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EDITOR'S PREFACE. 

The two poems here annotated passed through many 
early editions. " The Traveller " was three times pub- 
lished within a twelvemonth after its first appearance in 
December, 1764 ; it was issued for the fifth time in 1768, 
for the sixth in 1770, and in 1774, the year of Gold- 
smith's death, the niuth edition was given to the world. 
This last — the text of Mitford and Dobson — I have 
made the groundwork of the present edition, collating it 
with the best modern texts, solely with a view to accu- 
racy in punctuation and forms of spelling, as about the 
icorcls of the poem there is now no question. In my 
notes I have given many readings of the earliest versions 
(the first, third, and fourth have been accessible to me in 
the Harvard Library), believing that the revisions of the 
poet furnish a suggestive study in literary craftsmanship. 
Of the five editions of " The Deserted Village " appear- 
ing between May 26 and August 16, 1770, I have chosen 
the fourth — also the Mitford and Dobson text. In this 
case, I have taken earlier readings second-hand through 
recent editors, as I have before me none of the oldest 
texts; but the changes that the lines of "The Deserted 
Village" underwent at Goldsmith's hands are not nearly 
so numerous and noteworthy as those in "The Traveller." 

In the Notes I have endeavored to remove difficulties 

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6 EDITOR'S PREFACE. 

of word and phrase and to explain all references in the 
least obscure ; to mark the growth of passages from the 
rough by citations either of an earlier reading or of a 
corresponding thought in the author's prose ; to illustrate 
the thought by parallels from other writers or by inci- 
dents from the life of Goldsmith himself. I have not 
hesitated to draw from annotations of other editors — 
notably from those of Prior, Mitford, Hales (" Longer 
English Poems "), Rolfe. Dobson, and Pancoast (" Stand- 
ard English Poems ") — but never, I trust, without full 
acknowledgment. 



INTRODUCTION. 

It has long been the habit of critics to couple the 
epithet " poor " with certain great names. Indeed, this 
use of the word is a suggestive study. No one so char- 
acterizes the very first of writers, however unhappy their 
lives. Awe restrains us when we speak of Dante in his 
exile, Milton in his blindness, and Spenser in his dying 
hour of grief and bitterness. We do not apply the epi- 
thet to men of strong natures and savage manners, who, 
born in poverty and nursed by suffering, took the world 
by the throat and forced from it sustenance and honor; 
respect, mingled with something like fear, checks us 
when we speak of the imbecile Swift and the indigent 
Johnson. But when we tell the story of those authors 
who, towering above other men in talents, were yet forced 
by human frailties and errors to drink deeply of the cup 
of common sorrows, sympathy with the man gets the 
better of admiration of the genius, and we become good- 
naturedly tolerant. It is " poor " Steele, " poor " Fielding, 
"poor" Coleridge. It is always "poor" Goldsmith. 

Oliver Goldsmith was not happy in his birth. It was 
no great good fortune surely to be born the fifth child 
of the large family of a humble village preacher. When 
his famous son first opened his eyes, November 10, 1728, 
at the poor hamlet of Pallas in Longford, Ireland, the 

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8 INTRODUCTION. 

Rev. Charles Goldsmith was assistant rector of the neigh- 
boring parish of Kilkenny West, and, like the pastor in 
the " Deserted Village," " passing rich with forty pounds 
a year." But better days came for the Goldsmiths 
shortly after the birth of their second boy. The father 
succeeds to the living; the forty pounds are multiplied 
by live ; and Lissoy, — perhaps the original of Auburn, — 
a pretty little village between Bally mahon and Athlone, 
becomes the home of the tribe. No startling stories are 
told of little Noll's precocity, even by the nurses, teachers, 
and playmates who lived to see his fame. There was, 
it is true, a schoolmistress, Elizabeth Delap, who taught 
him his letters, but, when an aged woman, she could 
remember only that the boy was dull, " impenetrably 
stupid." Then there was the master of the village 
school, Thomas Byrne, veteran of Marlborough's wars, 
who did little for the child save to fan the spirit of un- 
rest within him by tales of bogies, fairies, and rapparees. 
He goes away from home to Mr. Griffin's school at 
Elphin, where he is held in no high esteem. His face 
has been scarred by small-pox ; his manners are shy and 
awkward ; he seems " a stupid, heavy blockhead, little 
better than a fool." Some traits, indeed, recommend 
him to his fellows, if not to his masters; he is good at 
boyish sports, he is ready for every prank, he will fight. 
He wanders to other schools, now at Athlone, now at 
Edgeworthstown, — Goldsmith, boy and man, is ever des- 
ultory, — remaining still of small repute. Yet Patrick 
Hughes, teacher at the last-named place, finds something 
to admire in him (we honor Patrick Hughes !) and en- 



INTRODUCTION. 9 

courages his taste for Ovid, Horace, and Livy. The 
other students marvel at the master's regard for Noll. 
" He was a plant that flowered late," said Dr. Johnson ; 
"there appeared nothing remarkable about him when he 
was young." 

At home, among those who love him, the boy some- 
times gives promise of better things. Impromptu verses, 
clever rejoinders, and some power over his pen prove 
that he is " not altogether fool." But the home training 
at Lissoy was not that best fitted to Goldsmith's vagrant 
nature. He needed lessons in precision and self-restraint, 
— above all, in thrift and providence. His father spoke 
of universal benevolence as the cement of society. "He 
wound us up into mere machines of pity," says Gold- 
smith later, " and rendered us incapable of withstanding 
the slightest impulse made either by real or fictitious 
distress ; in a word, we were perfectly instructed in the 
art of giving away thousands, before we were taught the 
more necessary qualifications of getting a farthing." 

The worthy parent was not, however, above false pride. 
To endow a daughter who has made a lucky marriage, 
he willingly robs his other children. The family circum- 
stances are so straitened by this drain upon a small 
income that Oliver cannot enter Trinity College, Dublin, 
like his brother Henry, — as a " pensioner," or student 
paying his own expenses, — but is enrolled as a sizar or 
servant, in 1744. This is a hard lot for the easy-going 
lad, and he has not the strength to triumph over invidi- 
ous conditions. His college career is in no way glorious, 
hardly indeed commendable. Insulted by a brutal tutor, 



10 INTRODUCTION. 

who lives only by the blows he deals to the object of 
his contempt, neglected by students of better fortune, 
fined, reprimanded, and once suspended by the authorities, 
the poor, wrong-headed youth must have rejoiced when 
finally admitted to the lowest of degrees. We know 
little of this academic period. He wrote street ballads 
and earned the " price of a song " ; he participated in a 
riot between town and gown ; by a dancing party in his 
room he moved the wrath of his tutor ; he ran away and 
somewhat shamefacedly returned. But this is all. The 
great Edmund Burke, gentleman and scholar, type of the 
best in Trinity in young Goldsmith's day, had little occa- 
sion, one suspects, to notice the somewhat disreputable 
sizar, his future friend. 

The world is now before Goldsmith at twenty-one. 
His father has died, his mother is tenant of a cottage 
at Bally mahon, his brother Henry has the old curacy of 
forty pounds at Kilkenny West. He waits two years at 
the family house, intending then to qualify for orders. 
Some hours he passes at the teacher's desk in the 
school; more at the table in the ale-houses, of which in 
" The Deserted Village " and in his dramas he displays a 
knowledge, first-hand and comprehensive. He is an idler, 
a good-for-naught ; at a county fair or on an otter hunt 
he is a leader ; it is pleasant enough to lie on the brook- 
side or to gaze into Cousin Con's eyes, but he has yet no 
thought of serious things. What matters it that the 
Bishop rejects the candidate because his coat is too flar- 
ing ? A kind relative, Uncle Contarine, is ready with 
suggestions and money loans, but the boy is hard to 



INTRODUCTION. 11 

help. He starts for America, to get no farther than 
Cork, returning to his disappointed people with strange 
fables of accidents and distress ; he is given fifty pounds 
to try the law in Dublin, — his money is wasted in 
gambling-houses. There is one profession left: he has 
taught and failed, the clergy will have none of him, his 
legal opportunity has been whistled down the wind ; 
medicine is the resource. He leaves Ireland in 1752 — 
he will never see his native country again — to become a 
medical student at Edinburgh. 

Goldsmith's residence in the Scotch capital belongs to 
the semi-mythical period of his life. In speaking of 
himself, he seldom gives expert evidence, and, indeed, 
he speaks but little of this time. His tailor's bill of 
1753 has survived, however, to show that, though "pov- 
erty, hopeless poverty, was his lot" (to quote one of his 
letters), he would clothe his awkward little body in sky- 
blue satin and rich Genoa cloth. Economy was not one of 
the lessons that adversity taught to Oliver Goldsmith ; he 
never learned to borrow "from back and belly." He will 
be benefited, he thinks, by study in Leyden, so he obtains 
twenty pounds from the too generous uncle by the men- 
tion of very learned Dutch professors, and crosses to the 
continent; but we have again no record of anything but 
improvidence. Reduced to his last guinea, he continues 
his wanderings. The story of these rovings is told in 
part in "The Traveller"; we may therefore discuss them 
when dealing directly with that great poem. 

Early in 1756, Goldsmith is back in London, a medical 
title, gained we know not where, when, or how, dignify- 



12 INTRODUCTION. 

ing his name. This appears to be his whole stock in 
trade, but he has brought back something more, — his 
penny of observation has purchased experience, a posses- 
sion that even men of genius can ill afford to spare. 
The old tale of " Jack and the Beanstalk " is repeated 
with a different setting. The thriftless boy has bartered 
his home's meat and drink — all the treasures of his 
training — for a few seemingly worthless seeds which he 
sows in his poet's heart; from these rises a plant great 
and lofty, upon which he dares to climb to the very 
stronghold of this giant, World. In the dim, smoky 
chest marked " London" wealth is stored for him. Here 
is the hen that lays golden eggs ; here, too, the enchanted 
harp that sings of its own will. He will overcome the 
giant and gain them all. But the climb is a long one, 
and the monster dies hard. Goldsmith, genius though 
he be, must suffer many tumbles, many knocks. He 
becomes the clerk of a poor apothecary ; he sets himself 
up as a physician ; he earns a pittance as corrector of 
the press in the printing-house of Mr. Samuel Richard- 
son ; as usher at Peckham School, he lives a careless, 
happy-go-lucky life. He undergoes disappointments that 
seem to him very grievous. He has built his hopes on 
a nomination as a physician on the coast of Coromandel ; 
this, fortunately for English literature, he fails to gain. 
He is found " not qualified " for even the modest position 
of hospital mate. These are only different degrees of 
failure ; his chance is to be found otherwhere. Perhaps 
the beginning of better things may be seen in his critical 
work for Griffiths, but this publisher is neither gentle 



INTRODUCTION. 18 

nor generous, and the poor hack must toil many hours 
in his dingy garret in Green Arbor Court. He seems as 
far* as ever from his goal. 

In 1759 Goldsmith publishes his "Enquiry into the 
Present State of Polite Learning in Europe." This, at 
least, is something more than penny -a-lining ; the opin- 
ions, prejudices, experiences, and travels of the man 
appear. At thirty he has entered upon the great work 
which he was destined to do. Toward the close of this 
year are published the first numbers of The Bee — a 
periodical of the Toiler and the Sx>ectator type so popu- 
lar at this period ; no very fine thing this, and assuredly 
at no time widely read ; but distinguished above a hun- 
dred such papers by the beautiful style which ever did 
houor to the writer. Matter is naught, manner is all, 
and in manner he continued the best traditions of Queen 
Anne's days. "The Citizen of the World" (1760), 
written in the character of a Chinese student of Euro- 
pean life, proves that Goldsmith had observed nature 
and himself; while painting the habits of men, he is not 
averse to ascribing some of his own traits to the char- 
acter of the Man in Black. Then there are other books 
that might have been made as well or better by far 
weaker men, — his " Life of Voltaire," his " Life of 
Nash," even his " History of England in a Series of 
Letters from a Nobleman to his Son," the foundation 
stone of his " History of England " of 1771. He is still 
(1763-1761) a hack writer, making prefaces to order, 
grinding out reviews, revamping books with butterfly 
lives ; he is still in the clutches of a publisher, one New- 



14 INTRODUCTION. 

bery, who owns him wholly, fixes his quarters, and pays 
a scanty wage. But he has at last met the great men 
with whom his name will always be associated, and 
among whom he is to pass so many golden hours. John- 
son, Reynolds, Burke, Beauclerk, and Garrick, all become 
his friends. 

Goldsmith has yet to prove his right to a place among 
these giants. Dr. Johnson is soon convinced of his genius, 
when he reads " The Vicar of Wakefield," in manuscript, 
and raises sixty pounds upon this to free the improvident 
author from arrest for debt, in 1764. The world of letters 
is convinced — perhaps reluctantly, for Goldsmith was not 
a figure before which men eagerly bowed — when " The 
Traveller" appears in the last month of the same year. 
" This brought him into high reputation," is the evidence 
of Johnson himself ; henceforth he may hold his head 
aloft, and need never more pound pestle. " The Hermit " 
is published in 1765 ; " The Vicar of Wakefield " in 1766. 
After these no one can question his claim to the rank 
which his genius has won. 

There is one member of the circle in which he moves, 
of the famous " Club " which he helped to found, who has 
no love for the uncouth Irishman, — and unfortunately 
this man, in the very greatest of biographies, has im- 
pressed his judgment upon thousands. Boswell always 
makes Goldsmith the foil to his hero, Dr. Johnson — it 
is invariably Dr. Minor opposed to Dr. Major. It cannot 
be denied that poor Goldsmith (the adjective is inevitable) 
had many faults and follies ; but every weakness had a 
corresponding virtue : vain in small things, he was modesty 



INTRODUCTION. 15 

itself when he spoke of his literary achievements ; thrift- 
less and improvident, he was one of the most generous 
of men ; weak of will he may have been, but his strength 
of heart never failed ; often prattling and inconsequent, 
he not infrequently displayed a quickness of wit that 
mastered his opponent in word-fence; undignified in man- 
ner and carriage, he showed splendid manhood in his 
rejection of patronage; he was no purist in life, but the 
purity of his work has never been impeached. " Let not 
his frailties be remembered," said Johnson; "he was a 
very great man." " Let them be remembered," added 
Irving, " since their tendency is to endear." 

Goldsmith puts money in his purse — some five hundred 
pounds in all — by his play, "The Good Matured Man," 
in 1768. But the purse is not long plethoric ; there are 
fine chambers in Middle Temple to be hired, there are 
fine clothes, " lined with silk, and gold buttons," and 
costly furniture to be paid for, — at least, in part; there 
are frolics over the card-table in his new rooms that 
sadly disturb Mr. Blackstone at his commentaries and 
moreover consume substance ; duns are drumming con- 
stantly at his door — remember that he owed at his death 
£2000. More hack-work, no matter what kind. This 
time it happens to be a " History of Rome " (1769), which 
might very easily be worse; a little later he is toiling 
upon a " Grecian History " (not published until 1776). 
His style is, of course, charming, but he is far from exact. 
He does not hesitate to believe Gibbon's jesting state- 
ment that the Indian king who gave Alexander so much 
trouble was named " Montezuma." An equal lack of the 



16 INTRODUCTION. 

scholar's sense shows itself when he undertakes his study, 
"Animated Nature" (1769-1774). "Goldsmith will give 
us a very line book upon the subject," says Dr. Johnson, 
"but if he can distinguish a cow from a horse, that, I 
believe, may be the extent of his knowledge of natural 
history." 

The man of genius sometimes triumphs over the hack 
writer. " The Deserted Village " represents his poetical 
output of 1770 ; " She Stoops to Conquer " is the great 
hit of 1773 at Covent Garden. His social nature and 
gentle humor occasionally blend in some happy letter 
in verse or in some merry doggerel; this may take the 
form of praise of good cheer, as in " The Haunch of 
Venison," or of wise repartee, as in his pictures of Garrick, 
Burke, and Reynolds in "Retaliation." Humor or pathos 
— there is no lack of spontaneity, no false note in his 
music. " He wrote like an angel, but talked like poor 
Poll," said Garrick. 

Night is however closing in about him. He is barely 
forty-five, but disease and depression are doing their work. 
Early in April, 1774, he is lying on his deathbed. " Is 
his mind at ease ? " ask the doctors. " No, it is not," he 
answers, and these are his last words. He has loved no 
woman, though he remembers the color of Cousin Con's 
eyes and pays his little tribute to Miss Horneck, "The 
Jessamy Bride," and no woman is now by his bedside, 
smoothing his pillow ; but, on the stairs without, some 
poor wretched creatures, whom his generous hand has 
helped, are weeping loudly. His body finds a resting 
place under the stones of the Temple, while his epitaph 



INTRODUCTION. 17 

is written in stately Latin upon the walls of Westminster 
Abbey by Dr. Johnson: — 

" A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian, 
Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, 
And touched nothing that he did not adorn. 1 ' 

Bibliographical. — The chief " Lives " of Oliver Gold- 
smith are that by James Prior (1837), voluminous and 
accurate, but somewhat cumbrous and overladen, and 
the less weighty but far more readable biography by 
John Forster (1848). In 1849, Washington Irving gave 
final form to his sympathetic sketch of Goldsmith; and 
much later William Black (1878) and Austin Dobson 
(1888) contributed entertaining " Lives," containing meaty 
criticism, to the " English Men of Letters " and the 
"Great Writers" series, respectively. Numerous anec- 
dotes of Goldsmith are scattered through Boswell's " Life 
of Johnson," from which all biographers have drawn; 
.while oft-quoted essays upon his career and works are 
those of Thackeray (" English Humorists of the Eigh- 
teenth Century ") and Macaulay (" Encyclopaedia Britan- 
nica "). Every modern edition is prefaced by a memoir 
more or less complete. In the short summary of Gold- 
smith's history, the editor has endeavored, not so much 
to crowd together in a little room a hundred dates and 
incidents, as to indicate, in the light of his life, his 
dominant traits as man and writer. 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE TRAVELLER." 

As we have seen, Goldsmith was in Leyden in 1755, 
studying — at least so his friends supposed — under the 
extremely learned Gaubius and Albinus ; but he had 
occupations perhaps more diverting, certainly more ex- 
pensive, than chemistry lectures. His money was soon 
spent, doubtless at the gaming table. What must he do 
now ? The Danish poet, Baron Holberg, had wandered 
through Europe penniless, — why should not " Noll " 
Goldsmith, with his strong young legs and his heart of 
hope ? In February, 1755, he left Leyden bound every- 
whither. He picked up a medical degree at Louvain in 
Flanders, much as he would pick up a meal ; in several 
letters to Cousin Con, he described, step by step, his 
vagabondage in France. These have unfortunately per- 
ished, but his itinerary may be traced in his verse and 
prose. Brussels, Maestricht, Antwerp — all furnished ma- 
terial for his essays ; the flute-playing by which he won 
bed and board of the French peasantry was remembered 
by him in both "The Traveller" and "The Vicar of 
Wakefield." His journey was always on foot, he slept 
on barn straw, his livelihood was that of a mendicant, — 
" there is hardly a kingdom of Europe in which he is 
not a debtor " — but it was never Goldsmith's manner 

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20 INTRODUCTION TO " THE TRAVELLER. '' 

to regard too fixedly the morrow; he sought an appetite 
for his dinner rather than a dinner for his appetite, and 
was very happy. For a while he lingered at Paris, 
attending chemistry lectures or wandering about the envi- 
rons. His biographers note that at this period he seemed 
in better circumstances ; perhaps, like his George Prim- 
rose, he became tutor to some scion of wealth who was 
making the grand tour. Germany he certainly visited, 
and sat in its lecture rooms. But he was then hurrying 
to Switzerland, which he entered at Schaffhausen. The 
frozen cataract of the Rhine was never forgotten by him, 
though one finds it difficult to reconcile such a sight 
with the accepted dates of his journey. We know that 
he visited Basle and Berne ; that he spent some time in 
or around Geneva. He met and conversed with Voltaire 
at his country retreat, flushed woodcock on the slopes 
of Jura, and gazed on the Alps with eighteenth-century 
eyes ; that is, with little of the modern feeling for wild 
nature. The " stormy mansions " passed, he descended 
into Italian valleys. In his " Animated Nature " he 
recalls the floating beehives of the Piedmont streams. 
Florence, Verona, Mantua, and Milan came within his 
ken ; Carinthia won from him a curse ; and Padua de- 
tained him a short while at her university (some indeed 
assert that it was here that he became Dr. Goldsmith). 
He probably visited Rome, for he speaks of " Campania's 
weary waste." The " Philosophic Wanderer " (" The Vicar 
of Wakefield") thus describes his homeward journey: 
" In all the foreign universities there are, upon certain 
days, philosophical theses maintained against every ad- 



INTRODUCTION TO u THE TRAVELLER.' 21 

ventitious disputant ; for which, if the champion opposes 
with any dexterity, he can claim gratuity in money, a 
dinner, and a bed for one night. In this manner then I 
fought my way towards England." So, if we may believe 
Boswell, Goldsmith himself made his way from city to 
city. In February, 1756, the year of wanderings was 
ended, and the traveller rested in London. 

During his stay in Switzerland he had written a part 
of his " Traveller," as we learn from his dedication to 
that work. Just what lines of the poem were then com- 
posed and despatched to his brother, we shall never 
positively know; but it has been conjectured with reason 
that they are those which praise the noble and modest 
life of Henry Goldsmith, and which discuss the Swiss 
character and condition. The completed poem, however, 
did not appear until December 19, 1764. It had already 
received the approval of the great literary dictator of the 
time ; Dr. Johnson had read the proof-sheets, and con- 
tributed a line or two, by no means to the poem's better- 
ment. Now, upon its appearance, he applauded it in 
The Critical Review — an action which should have an- 
swered those disparaging voices from Goldsmith's circle 
of so-called friends, that declared the lexicographer the 
originator of the best thoughts here mated to verse. 
Whatever men might think of the poet, of the poem 
there was only one opinion. Though it had " neither 
abuse, party, nor blank verse to support it," its way to 
the hearts of the people was smoothed by praise from 
.those best qualified to speak. There was no dissenting 
voice when Johnson pronounced it "the finest poem 



22 INTRODUCTION TO "THE TRAVELLER." 

since the death of Pope " ; nor did any one demur when, 
later, Langton declared, somewhat extravagantly, that 
there was not a bad line in the poem, and when Fox 
multiplied Johnson's praise in the verdict — " It is one 
of the finest poems in the English language." Joshua 
Reynolds's sister, who had laughed at the Irishman's 
face and figure, listened attentively to a reading of " The 
Traveller." " Well," she exclaimed emphatically, " I 
never more shall think Dr. Goldsmith ugly." Popular 
favor approved somewhat slowly the edict of the court 
of letters. Three editions followed the first within a 
year, and, before Goldsmith died, ten years later, the 
ninth had been published. The " bookseller's drudge " 
had won ample glory — but he was only twenty guineas 
the richer. Newbery, his publisher, was not generous. 

Now, what models had Goldsmith in his great descrip- 
tive poem of travel ? All editors have pointed to Addi- 
son's "Letter from Italy" (1701). That he knew this 
poem, and indeed admired it extremely, is clear; he in- 
cluded it in more than one collection of verse ; that he 
used it now is equally apparent to any one who will take 
the trouble to compare certain passages of the two pro- 
ductions. (See " The Traveller," Notes.) But it would be 
absurd to regard Goldsmith as deep in the debt of his 
famous predecessor. In "The Traveller," his description 
of Italy occupies sixty lines, — less than one-seventh of 
the whole; the "Letter from Italy" is nearly one hun- 
dred and seventy lines in length; only in some twenty 
lines can Goldsmith be supposed to have the earlier 
poem before him. Add ten lines more, in which, like 



INTRODUCTION TO " THE TRAVELLER." 23 

Addison, he praises British supremacy and British free- 
dom, and these complete the obligation. And how has 
he employed this material ? — slavishly and without origi- 
nality ? Surely not. Addison was one of the masters 
of English prose, but as a poet he seldom rose above 
mediocrity. The " Letter " is a fair specimen of the 
classical verse of his book-ruled school — very fair verse, 
the monotony of which is relieved by occasional enthu- 
siasm — and nothing more. To the same substance Gold- 
smith has imparted the colors of the spirit in a way that 
only true poets know. 

To another writer, a poet far greater than Addison, 
greater in some respects, indeed, than Goldsmith himself, 
the author of " The Traveller " owed not a little. This 
creditor was James Thomson, the singer of "The Seasons." 
" Shaped in any respect by Thomson's remark in one of 
his letters to Bubb Dodington," says Forster ("Life of 
Goldsmith," I. 367), "that a poetical landscape of coun- 
tries, mixed with moral observations on their characters 
and people, would not be an ill-judged undertaking, it 
certainly could not have been ; for that letter was not 
made public till many years after Goldsmith's death, 
when it appeared in Seward's ' Anecdotes.' " But neither 
Forster nor any other critic has noted in this connection 
Thomson's "Liberty" (1734-1736). The oversight is par- 
donable, for the poem, though the work of a man of 
genius, is as long-winded and prosy a piece of writing 
as eighteenth-century dulness ever elaborated to five 
cantos and three thousand lines. Professed admirers of 
Thomson were unequal to the Herculean task of master- 



24 INTRODUCTION TO u THE TRAVELLER." 

ing this portentous thing ; Johnson tried to read it but 
soon desisted ; Lyttleton labored sadly to reduce it to 
reasonable proportions. Strange to say, this poem was, 
we may fairly believe, of great service to Oliver Gold- 
smith. The title of the fifth canto, "The Prospect," 
may have suggested his sub-title, " A Prospect of Society." 
Thomson's pictures of Italian art, of Swiss scenery, of 
Gallic graces, of English independence, were certainly 
all remembered by him, as the editor's notes to " The 
Traveller " will show. Thomson had pointed out the 
evils arising from various forms of government; Gold- 
smith recalled his words when he painted the faults of 
each race and clime. Later, when he wished to portray 
in his " Deserted Village " the sad results of trade and 
luxury, he turned again to Thomson, — the fifth canto 
of " Liberty " furnishing in lead the design of many 
golden verses. Again there was no slavish copying. 
He took his own, when he found it in a dust-heap ; from 
the rubbish, he sifted out what Avas good, and lent to it 
imperishable form. 

If Goldsmith copied neither Addison nor Thomson, 
there was one great prose writer of this time whom he 
did not hesitate to follow blindly. He was ever a copyist 
of himself and was fortunate in having a worthy original. 
Hundreds of thoughts were made by him to do double 
service : having once found expression in his essays, they 
were given a finer setting in his poetry. To "The Bee," 
to " The Citizen of the World," to " Animated Nature," 
even to his letters, this economist in his literary stores 
often turned and was seldom disappointed. It is no bad 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE TRAVELLER." 25 

study in the art of poetry to watch the Promethean 
artist as he breathes life and fire into common clay of 
his own moulding, to observe how humble enough matter 
is glorified by the poet's fancy until it becomes an eternal 
possession of literature. 

Goldsmith's deserved success was due only in the 
very smallest degree to his power of transmuting old 
material, of revamping the prosaic verse of other men 
or his own poetical prose. He had all the necessary 
gifts of a master of description — a seeing eye, a feeling 
heart, a contemplative mind (though this we must qualify), 
and finally the artist touch, without which the others are 
of but small account. " I do not speak without expe- 
rience," he said of ragged roving ; and the days of his 
vagabondage yielded a rich harvest to this careful 
observer. This man did not go to Virgil for his Italy — 
his sight was never marred, as Addison's often was, by 
the dust that arose from folios of unquestioned Latinity. 
He has marked unerringly Italian love of beauty, Swiss 
valor and strength, French regard for fame, Dutch pa- 
tience and thrift, English liberty. When he fails in a 
picture, it is not because he has seen falsely, but because 
he has not seen far enough, — the limitations of his 
time oppose even the cosmopolitan. He cannot describe 
the Alps, since a love of wild nature was granted only 
to Gray and Thomson among the poets of this day. But 
he can portray with a few bold epithets the dikes and 
canals of Holland or the windings of the greatest river 
of France. And when he turns to England, he sees there 
no crowded courts and narrow streets ; but this garret 



26 INTRODUCTION TO "THE TRAVELLER." 

dweller looks out upon a land of bright streams and 
green lawns, for his muse was noc city bred. 

Strength of vision may win our admiration, but one 
must feel, as well as see, to win our love. And Gold- 
smith felt. The warm Irish heart within his bosom was 
throbbing in every line that he wrote. Who can doubt 
that he is sincere when he extols the generous and hos- 
pitable brother, doing his duty in a poor parish ; when 
he dwells sorrowfully upon his own life of grief and 
wandering; when he relates the tearful story of the 
wretched exiles; or when, with a burst of patriotic joy, 
he celebrates his countrymen, " the lords of human kind " ? 
It is at these times that he appeals to us most. When 
he reflects, he is as mechanical as Pope, as didactic as 
Johnson. He had, indeed, the good sense to discard 
Johnson's epithet of " The Philosophic Wanderer " ; he 
could not discard the philosophy as well. Only a fatuous 
admirer will claim that " The Traveller," or even " The 
Deserted Village," is a poem of sustained strength ; and 
the reason for this unevenness is that in his moralizings 
upon liberty, trade, luxury, and other social and eco- 
nomic themes, Goldsmith seems to lose his individuality, 
and to become merely one of those clever rhymesters of 
the eighteenth century, who mated a liking for paste- 
board abstractions to metrical exactness and monotony. 
His Apostrophe to Freedom ("The Traveller," 335-392) 
is not only as far below the level of the rest of the poem, 
as his Holland is beneath the " pent ocean " ; with the 
exception of a dozen spirited lines, it is as smooth and 
dull as his Dutch canal. Meditating gently upon his 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE TRAVELLER." 27 

own homeless lot, or upon the fate of his people, he 
invites our love and pity ; and from these intensely 
personal passages we turn very reluctantly to his ab- 
struse and faulty speculations upon national wealth or 
decay. 

The artist touch is apparent in everything from Gold- 
smith's hand. Careless in his life, he was supremely 
careful in his work ; clipping, adding, revising, until a 
line or passage was as good as painstaking could make 
it. The history of the early editions of " The Traveller " 
is a record of changes and emendations. Between the 
first and the sixth editions (1770), thirty-six new lines 
were added and fourteen cancelled. Then, too, single 
words were weighed and tested critically, and when 
found wanting, were sacrificed for those that better suited 
sound and sense. (Notes to "The Traveller," lines 17, 
38, 85, 155, 299, etc.) Sometimes the changes may amuse 
us. He cast out the reference to his " ragged pride " 
(line 364), for the reviser, the great Dr. Goldsmith, the 
friend of Johnson, Reynolds, and Burke, was a very dif- 
ferent person from the poor creature who first fashioned 
the line, " Noll Goldsmith, hack-writer." But his reasons 
for change are rarely personal ; he is ever thinking of 
his metre and movement, how may he avoid this harsh 
sound (cacophonies will creep in despite him), how shall 
he give a pleasing finish to this musical paragraph. 

A word now of Goldsmith's metre. He was no friend 
to the forms of verse that were coming into favor with 
the dawn of romantic feeling. Blank verse, pindaric 
odes, choruses, anapests, and iambics, he attacked all 



28 INTRODUCTION TO " THE TRAVELLER." 

these somewhat bitterly in the dedication to " The Trav- 
eller " ; at blank verse he had. already had a fling in his 
" Present Inquiry." The heroic couplet, the rhyming 
five-stress verse of Dryden, Pope, and Johnson, is his 
instrument, and in his use of this he did not depart 
greatly from the orthodox methods of versifiers of classi- 
cal stamp. In the poems before us there are no Alex- 
andrines — verses of six stresses ; no triplets, or groups 
of three rhymes each ; few double sinkings — two syllables 
in the unstressed part of the foot ; and the " run-on " 
lines — the thought passing from one line to the next 
without check or pause — are not numerous. He is, how- 
ever, the master, not the slave, of his metre ; he imparts 
freedom to his movement by frequent trochees (stressed 
preceding unstressed) at the beginning of his lines, and, 
by what is even more effective in preventing monotony 
of measure, occasional stresses upon the lighter syllables 
in the verse. 

But if his metre is not very unlike that of his contem- 
poraries in stress and quantity, his tone-quality, that 
indefinable feature of poetic style which always indicates 
the poet or betrays the rhymester-by-rule, owes little to 
any other man. And it is this which gives to his writ- 
ing an element sadly lacking in his artificial century, 

— entirely absent, indeed, from the poems of Johnson, 
whom in the mere mechanics of verse he most resembles, 

— the element of charm. It is impossible to penetrate 
all the secrets of this subtle and charming tone-quality, 

— it is better that Ave cannot, — but we may note some of 
its manifestations. First of all, Goldsmith had an ex- 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE TRAVELLER." 29 

tremely sensitive ear; lie delighted in happy vowel- 
sequences, in graceful combinations of consonants ; he 
hunted the letter, but never beyond the limits of taste; 
his melody is so gently insistent that it persuades rather 
than forces attention, and is, besides, so pleasingly mem- 
orable that it haunts us for many hours. " A weary 
waste expanding to the skies " (" The Traveller," 6), 
" Where the broad ocean leans against the land " 
(Id. 284), " Casts a long look where England's glories 
shine " (Id. 420), are but three of many instances of the 
power of manner. And his love of delightful sounds is 
aptly seconded by his regard for words. A purist in a 
pedantic age, he sought ever forceful and simple speech. 
He knew that strength lay otherwhere than in " the 
great round word," and often achieved his finest effects 
with monosyllables : " And find no spot of all the world 
my own" ("The Traveller," 30), "And thanks his gods 
for all the good they gave" (Id. 72), "Laws grind the 
poor, and rich men rule the law " (Id. 386). He loves 
epithets that suggest rather than exhaust, that call upon 
our own imaginations to supply the picture ; and his 
" Deserted Village " may have as many local habitations 
as Homer, for each man may read there the beauties and 
joys of his own country home. Again, he was an avowed 
enemy to involved sentences and awkward collocation — 
there is hardly a passage in either of his two great 
poems in which one needs the guidance of a grammarian, 
or over which critics may unprofitably wrangle. He is 
never ambiguous in his ellipses, never unfamiliar in his 
absolute constructions. The most ungainly passage in 



30 INTRODUCTION TO "THE TRAVELLER." 

" The Traveller " is the closing couplet — and Johnson 
wrote that. 

Before passing to the plan of "The Traveller," let us 
consider the somewhat peculiar position among the Eng- 
lish poems of Goldsmith's time occupied by his chief 
essays in verse. They mark a transition between the old 
and the new in poetical art. In some respects Gold- 
smith is as classical as Pope; he clings to the standard 
metre, he revels in formal balance and antitheses, he pre- 
fers the background of garden lawns to that of mountain 
wastes, he points his moral in the true eighteenth-century 
manner. On the other hand, he paves the way for the 
romantic writers of the coming generation ; he seldom 
traffics successfully in abstraction, but prefers the homely 
concrete; he discards the classical terminology; Addi- 
son's " Eridanus " becomes with him the Po ; sonorous 
Indian names, " Oswego," " Niagara," etc., later so dear 
to Campbell and Scott, make here their first appearance 
in poetry ; he is intimate and intensely personal in his 
Bohemian half shame of self, his tender home-longing, 
his glowing pride of country ; he looks at lowly things, 
at humble flowers, with the eye of a lover. 

Macaulay's oft-quoted summary of " The Traveller " is 
perhaps the only paraphrase one needs: "The execution, 
though deserving of much praise, is far inferior to the 
design. ISTo philosophical poem, ancient or modern, has 
a plan so noble and at the same time so simple. An 
English wanderer, seated on a crag among the Alps, near 
the point where three great countries meet, looks down 
on the boundless prospect, reviews his long pilgrimage, 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE TRAVELLER." 31 

recalls the varieties of scenery, of climate, of government, 
of religion, of national character, which he has observed, 
and comes to the conclusion, just or unjust, that our hap- 
piness depends little on political institutions, and much 
on the temper and regulation of our minds." To say 
more than this will be merely to impair — every reader 
may now analyze on whatever scale he will. 



DEDICATION 

TO THE REV. HENRY GOLDSMITH. 

Dear Sir, 

I am sensible that the friendship between us can ac- 
quire no new force from the ceremonies of a Dedication; 
and perhaps it demands an excuse thus to prefix your 
name to my attempts, which you decline giving with 
your own. But as a part of this poem was formerly 
written to you from Switzerland, the whole can now, 
with propriety, be only inscribed to you. It will also 
throw a light upon many parts of it, when the reader 
understands that it is addressed to a man who, despisiiip" 
fame and fortune, has retired early to happiness and 
obscurity, with an income of forty pounds a year. 

I now perceive, my dear brother, the wisdom of your 
humble choice. You have entered upon a sacred ofhee, 
where the harvest is great, and the labourers are but 
few ; while you have left the field of ambition, where 
the labourers are many, and the harvest not worth carry- 
ing away. But of all kinds of ambition, what from the 
refinement of the times, from different systems of criti- 
cism, and from the divisions of party, that which pursues 
poetical fame is the wildest. 

Poetry makes a principal amusement among unpolished 
nations ; but in a country verging to the extremes of 
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34 DEDICATION. 

refinement, Painting and Music come in for a share. As 
these offer the feeble mind a less laborious entertainment, 
they at first rival Poetry, and at length supplant her ; 
they engross all that favour once shown to her, and 
though but younger sisters, seize upon the elder's birth- 
right. 

Yet, however this art may be neglected by the power- 
ful, it is still in greater danger from the mistaken efforts 
of the learned to improve it. What criticisms have we 
not heard of late in favour of blank verse, and Pindaric 
odes, choruses, anapests and iambics, alliterative care 
and happy negligence ! Every absurdity has now a 
champion to defend it; and as he is generally much in 
the wrong, so he has always much to say ; for error is 
ever talkative. 

But there is an enemy to this art still more dangerous, 
I mean Party. Party entirely distorts the judgment, and 
destroys the taste. When the mind is once infected with 
this .disease, it can only find pleasure in what contributes 
to increase the distemper. Like the tiger, that seldom 
desists from pursuing man after having once preyed upon 
human flesh, the reader, who has once gratified his 
appetite with calumny, makes, ever after, the most agree- 
able feast upon murdered reputation. Such readers gen- 
erally admire some half-witted thing, who wants to be 
thought a bold man, having lost the character of a wise 
one. Him they dignify with the name of poet; his taw- 
dry lampoons are called satires, his turbulence is said to 
be force, and his phrenzy fire. 

What reception a poem may find, which has neither 



DEDICATION. 35 

abuse, party, nor blank verse to support it, I cannot tell, 
nor am I solicitous to know. My aims are right. With- 
out espousing the cause of any party, I have attempted 
to moderate the rage of all. I have endeavoured to 
show, that there may be equal happiness in states that 
are differently governed from our own ; that every state 
has a particular principle of happiness, and that this 
principle in each may be carried to a mischievous excess. 
There are few can judge, better than yourself, how far 
these positions are illustrated in this poem. 

I am, dear Sir, 



Your most affectionate Brother 



Oliver Goldsmith. 



~\ 



THE TRAVELLER; 



OR, 



A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY. 

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, 

Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po ; 

Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor 

Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; 

( )r where Campania's plain forsaken lies, 5 

A weary waste expanding to the skies : 

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, 

My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; 

Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, 

And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. 10 

Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend, 
And round his dwelling guardian saints attend : 
Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire 
To pause from toil, and trim their ev'ning fire ; 
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, 15 

And every stranger finds a ready chair ; 
Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd, 
Where all the ruddy family around 
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, 
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; 20 

Or press the bashful stranger to his food, 
And learn the luxury of doing good. 

But me, not destin'd such delights to share, 
My prime of life in wandering spent and care, 



38 THE TRAVELLER. 

ImpelFd, with steps unceasing, to pursue 25 

Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; 

That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, 

Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; 

My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, 

And find no spot of all the world my own. 30 

Even now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, 
I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; 
And, plac'd on high above the storm's career, 
Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; 
Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, 35 

The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride. 

When thus Creation's charms around combine, 
Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine ? 
Say, should the philosophic mind disdain 
That good, which makes each humbler bosom vain ? 40 

Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, 
These little things are great to little man ; 
And wiser he, whose sympathetic mind 
Exults in all the good of all mankind. 

Ye glittering towns, with wealth and splendour crown'd ; 45 
Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round ; 
Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale ; 
Ye bending swains, that dress the flow'ry vale ; 
For me your tributary stores combine ; 
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine ! 50 

As some lone miser visiting his store, 
Bends at his treasure, counts, re-counts it o'er ; 
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, 
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still : 
Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, 55 

Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies : 



THE TRAVELLER. 39 

Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, 

To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; 

And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find 

Some spot to real happiness consign'd, go 

Where my worn soul, each wandering hope at rest, 

May gather bliss to see my fellows blest. 

But where to find that happiest spot below, 
Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? 
The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone 65 

Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; 
Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, 
And his long nights of revelry and ease : 
The naked n< panting at tin; Lvnej 

Bn-^ts of lis golden sands and palmy wine, 70 

Basks in the glare, or steins the tepid wave, 
And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. 
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, 
His first, best country ever is at home. 

And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, 75 

And estimate the blessings which they share, 
Though patriots natter, still shall wisdom find 
An equal portion dealt to all mankind ; 
As different good, by Art or Nature given, 
To different nations makes their blessings even. 80 

Nature, a mother kind alike to all, 
Still grants her bliss at Labour's earnest call ; 
With food as well the peasant is supplied 
On Idra's cliffs as Arno's shelvy side ; 

And though the rocky-crested summits frown, 85 

These rocks, by custom, turn to beds of down. 
From Art more various are the blessings sent ; 
AVealth, commerce, honour, liberty, content. 
Yet these each other's power so strong contest, 



40 



THE TRAVELLER. 



That either seems destructive of the rest. 90 

Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails, 

And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. 

Hence every state, to one lov'd blessing prone, 

Conforms and models life to that alone. 

Each to the favourite happiness attends, 95 

And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ; 

Till, carried to excess in each domain, 

This favourite good begets peculiar pain. 

But let us try these truths with closer eyes, 
And trace them through the prospect as it lies : 100 

Here for a while my proper cares resign'd, 
Here lee m? sit in sorrow fur mankind; 
Like yon neglected shrub at random cast, 
That shades the steep, and sighs at every blast. 

Par to the right where Apennine ascends, 105 

Bright as the summer, Italy extends ; 
Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side, 
Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; 
While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between 
With venerable grandeur mark the scene. 110 

Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast, 
The sons of Italy were surely blest. 
Whatever fruits in different climes were found, 
That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground ; 
Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, 115 

Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; 
Whatever sweets salute the northern sky 
With vernal lives that blossom but to die : 
These, here disporting, own the kindred soil, 
Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; 120 

While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand 
To winnow fragrance round the smiling land, 



THE TRAVELLER. 41 

But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, 
And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. 
In florid beauty groves and fields appear, 125 

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. 
Contrasted faults through all his manners reign, 
Though poor, luxurious ; though submissive, vain ; 
Though grave, yet trifling ; zealous, yet untrue ; 
And even in penance planning sins anew. 130 

All evils here contaminate the mind, 
That opulence departed leaves behind ; 
For wealth was theirs, not far remov'd the date, 
When commerce proudly flourish'd through the state ; 
At her command the palace learnt to rise, 135 

Again the long-fall'n column sought the skies ; 
The canvas glow'd beyond even nature warm, 
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form ; 
Till, more unsteady than the southern gale, 
Commerce on other shores display 'd her sail ; 140 

While nought remain'd of all that riches gave, 
But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave ; 
And late the nation found with fruitless skill 
Its former strength was but plethoric ill. 

Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied 14") 

By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride ; 
From these the feeble heart and long-fall'n mind 
An easy compensation seem to find. 
Here may be seen, in bloodless pomp array'd, 
The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade ; 150 

Processions form'd for piety and love, 
A mistress or a saint in every grove. 
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd, 
The sports of children satisfy the child ; 
Each nobler aim, represt by long control, 155 

Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul ; 



42 THE TRAVELLER. 

While low delights, succeeding fast behind, 

In happier meanness occupy the mind : 

As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, 

Defac'd by time and tottering in decay, ioo 

There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, 

The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; 

And, wondering man could want the larger pile, 

Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. 

My soul, turn from them, turn we to survey 165 

Where rougher climes a nobler race display, 
W r here the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread, 
And force a churlish soil for scanty bread. 
No product here the barren hills afford, 
But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; 170 

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, 
But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; 
No Zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, 
But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. 

Yet still, even here, content can spread a charm, 175 
Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. 
Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, 
He sees his little lot the lot of all ; 
Sees no contiguous palace rear its head 
To shame the meanness of his humble shed ; 180 

No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, 
To make him loathe his vegetable meal ; 
But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, 
Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil. 
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, 185 

Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes ; 
With patient angle trolls the finny deep, 
Or drives his venturous ploughshare to the steep, 
Or seeks the den where snow-tracks mark the way, 
And drags the struggling savage into day. 190 



THE TRAVELLER. 43 

At night returning, every labour sped, 
He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; 
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys 
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze; 
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, 193 

Displays her cleanly platter on the board : 
And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, 
With many a tale repays the nightly bed. 

Thus every good his native wilds impart 
Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; 200 

And even those ills, that round his mansion rise, 
Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. 
Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, 
And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; 
And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, 205 

Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, 
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, 
But bind him to his native mountains more. 

Such are the charms to barren states assign'd ; 
Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd. 210 

Yet let them only share the praises due, 
If few their wants, their pleasures are but few; 
For every want that stimulates the breast 
Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest. 
Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies, 215 
That first excites desire, and then supplies ; 
Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, 
To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; 
Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, 
Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. 220 
Their level life is but a smouldering fire, 
Unquench'd by want, unfann'd by strong desire ; 
Unfit for raptures, or, if raptures cheer 



44 THE TRAVELLER. 

On some high festival of once a year, 

In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, 225 

Till, buried in debauch, the bliss expire. 

But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow : 
Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low ; 
For, as refinement stops, from sire to son 
Unalter'd, unimprov'd, the manners run; 230 

And love's and friendship's finely-pointed dart 
Fall blunted from each indurated heart. 
Some sterner virtues o'er the mountain's breast 
May sit, like falcons cowering on the nest ; 
But all the gentler morals, such as play 233 

Through life's more cultur'd walks, and charm the way, 
These far dispers'd, on timorous pinions fly, 
To sport and flutter in a kinder sky. 

To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, 
I turn ; and France displays her bright domain. 240 

Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease, 
Pleas'd with thyself, whom all the world can please, 
How often have I led thy sportive choir, 
With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire ? 
Where shading elms along the margin grew, 245 

And freshened from the wave the Zephyr flew ; 
And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, 
But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill ; 
Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, 
And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. 250 

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days 
Have led their children through the mirthful maze, 
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, 
Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore. 

So blest a life these thoughtless realms display, 255 
Thus idly busy rolls their world away : 



THE TRAVELLER. 45 

Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear, 

For honour forms the social temper here : 

Honour, that praise which real merit gains, 

Or even imaginary worth obtains, 2G0 

Here passes current ; paid from hand to hand, 

It shifts in splendid traffic round the land ; 

From courts, to camps, to cottages it strays, 

And all are taught an avarice of praise. 

They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem, 265 

Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem. 

But while this softer art their bliss supplies, 
It gives their follies also room to rise ; 
For praise too dearly lov'd, or warmly sought, 
Enfeebles all internal strength of thought; 270 

And the weak soul, within itself unblest, 
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. 
Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art, 
Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart ; 
Here vanity assumes her pert grimace, 275 

And trims her robes of frieze with copper lace ; 
Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer, 
To boast one splendid banquet once a year ; 
The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws, 
Nor weighs the solid worth of self-applause. 280 

To men of other minds my fancy flies, 
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. 
Methinks her patient sons before me stand, 
Where the broad ocean leans against the land, 
And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, 285 

Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. 
Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, 
The firm-connected bulwark seems to grow ; 
Spreads its long arms amidst the water)' roar, 



46 THE TRAVELLER. 

Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore : 290 

While the pent ocean rising o'er the pile, 

Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile ; 

The slow canal, the yellow-blossom'd vale, 

The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, 

The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, 295 

A new creation rescued from his reign. 

Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil 
Impels the native to repeated toil, 
Industrious habits in each bosom reign, 
And industry begets a love of gain. 300 

Hence all the good from opulence that springs, 
With all those ills superfluous treasure brings, 
Are here display'cl. Their inuch-lov'd wealth imparts 
Convenience, plenty, elegance, and arts ; 
But view them closer, craft and fraud appear, 305 

Even liberty itself is barter'd here. 
At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, 
The needy sell it, and the rich man buys ; 
A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves, 
Here wretches seek dishonourable graves, 310 

And calmly bent, to servitude conform, 
Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. 

Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! 
Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; 
War in each breast, and freedom on each brow ; 315 

How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! 

Fir'd at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, 
And flies where Britain courts the western spring ; 
Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride, 
And brighter streams than fam'd H}^daspes glide. 320 
There all around the gentlest breezes stray, 



THE TRAVELLER. 47 

There gentle music melts on every spray ; 

Creation's mildest charms are there com bin' d, 

Extremes are only in the master's mind ! 

Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, 32.: 

With daring aims irregularly great ; 

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye ; 

I see the lords of human kind pass by, 

Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, 

By forms unfashion'd, fresh from Nature's hand, 330 

Fierce in their native hardiness of soul, 

True to imagin'd right, above control, 

While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan, 

And learns to venerate himself as man. 

Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictur'd here, 335 
Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear; 
Too blest, indeed, were such without alloy, 
But foster'd even by Freedom ills annoy : 
That independence Britons prize too high, 
Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie ; 340 

The self-dependent lordlings stand alone, 
All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown. 
Here, by the bonds of nature feebly held, 
Minds combat minds, repelling and repell'd ; 
Ferments arise, imprison'd factions roar, 345 

Represt ambition struggles round her shore, 
Till over-wrought, the general system feels 
Its motions stop, or frenzy fire the wheels. 

Nor this the worst. As nature's ties decay, 
As duty, love, and honour fail to sway, 350 

Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law, 
Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe. 
Hence all obedience bows to these alone, 
And talent sinks, and merit weeps unknown ; 



48 THE TRAVELLER. 

Till time may come, when stript of all her charms, 355 

The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms, 

Where noble stems transmit the patriot flame, 

Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrote for fame, 

One sink of level avarice shall lie, 

And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonour'd die. 360 

Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I state, 
I mean to flatter kings, or court the great ; 
Ye powers of truth, that bid my soul aspire, 
Far from my bosom drive the low desire ; 
And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel 365 

The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel ; 
Thou transitory flower, alike undone 
By proud contempt, or favour's fostering sun, 
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure ! 
I only would repress them to secure : 370 

For just experience tells, in every soil, 
That those who think must govern those that toil ; 
And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach, 
Is but to lay proportion^! loads on each. 
Hence, should one order disproportion^ grow, 375 

Its double weight must ruin all below. 

O then how blind to all that earth requires, 
Who think it freedom when a part aspires ! 
Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms, 
Except when fast-approaching danger warms : 380 

But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, 
Contracting regal power to stretch their own, 
When I behold a factious band agree 
To call it freedom when themselves are free ; 
Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, 385 

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law ; 
The wealth of climes, where savage nations roam, 



THE TRAVELLER. 49 

Pillag'cl from slaves to purchase slaves at home; 

Fear, pity, justice, indignation start. 

Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling heart ; 390 

Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, 

I fly from petty tyrants to the throne. 

Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour, 
When first ambition struck at regal power ; 
And thus polluting honour in its source, 395 

Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force. 
Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled shore, 
Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore ? 
Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste, 
Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste ? 400 

Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain, 
Lead stern depopulation in her train, 
And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose, 
In barren solitary pomp repose ? 

Have we not seen, at pleasure's lordly call, 405 

The smiling long-frequented village fall ? 
Beheld the duteous son, the sire decay'd, 
The modest matron, and the blushing maid, 
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, 
To traverse climes beyond the western main ; 410 

Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, 
And Niagara stuns with thundering sound ? 

Even now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays 
Through tangled forests, and through dangerous ways, 
Where beasts with man divided empire claim, 415 

And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; 
There, while above the giddy tempest flies, 
And all around distressful yells arise, 
The pensive exile, bending with his woe, 
To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, 420 



50 THE TRAVELLER. 

Casts a long look where England's glories shine, 
And bids his bosom sympathise with mine. 

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find 
That bliss which only centres in the mind : 
Why have I stray'd from pleasure and repose, 12b 

To seek a good each government bestows ? 
In every government, though terrors reign, 
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain, 
How small, of all that human hearts endure, 
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! 430 
Still to ourselves in every place consign'd, 
Our own felicity we make or find : 
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, 
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. 
The lifted axe, the agonising wheel, 435 

Luke's iron crown, and Damiens' bed of steel, 
To men remote from power but rarely known, 
Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all our own. 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE DESERTED 
VILLAGE." 

Five years had passed since the appearance of "The 
Traveller/' and Goldsmith, during this lustrum, had given 
out only a few " occasional " poems. But his reputation 
had been so increased by " The Vicar of Wakefield " and 
" The Good-Natured Man " that any new thing from his 
hand was sure to be eagerly welcomed. On May 26, 1770, 
all Londoners who read at all were turning the leaves of a 
two-shilling quarto that contained a poem even better, said 
public opinion, than the Doctor's first success. General 
approval outran all expectation. A second, a third, a 
fourth edition, appeared in June, and, these failing to sup- 
ply the demand, a fifth in mid- August. It is not hard to 
understand why all men praised. In the same flowing 
metre, in the same graceful words, were sung the moving 
themes of simple pathos that made the earlier work so 
touching : gentle home life and joys, the sadness of fare- 
wells, the grief of the exile — but now brought a hundred 
times nearer to the heart and eyes by the background of a 
countryside in Great Britain, by the minute portrayal of 
characters coming within every reader's range. " The 
Deserted Village " is larger and more human, yet more 
compact, better focussed, infinitely more intensive than 
" The Traveller." 

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52 INTRODUCTION TO "THE DESERTED VILLAGE." 

If Goldsmith had won the suffrages of the multitude, the 
favor of the great few was his as well. To his eternal 
honor, he did not seek the patronage of the peerage in a 
" letter of dedication to a Noble Lord," but his manly yet 
tender nature spoke to a tried friend, Joshua Reynolds. 
" Setting interest therefore, aside, to which I never paid 
much attention, I must be indulged at present in following 
my affections. The only dedication I ever made was to 
my brother, because I loved him better than most other 
men. He is since dead. Permit me to inscribe this poem 
to you." His rewards were not material ones. There was 
for him no secretaryship as was found for Addison, no 
embassy as for Mat Prior ; but there were recompenses 
more potent for his fame. " This man is a poet," declared 
Gray, listening in his life's twilight to the fate of the 
village. " What true and pretty pastoral images ! " said 
Edmund Burke, " they beat all — Pope, and Philips, and 
Spenser too, in my opinion." " A fine performance," 
asserted the not over-lavish Johnson. 

Not, however, from his own countrymen did the highest 
tribute to Goldsmith come, but from the great German 
who had found " The Vicar of Wakefield " so completely 
to his taste. Goethe's " Truth and Poetry " (Oxenford's 
translation, I. 474, cited by Forster, " Life," II. 200) con- 
tains a passage of sympathetic commentary that would 
have gone straight to Goldsmith's heart : " A little poem, 
which we passionately received into our circle, allowed us 
from henceforward to think of nothing else. Goldsmith's 
1 Deserted Village ' necessarily delighted every one at that 
grade of cultivation, in that sphere of thought. Not a 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE DESERTED VILLAGE." 53 

living and active, but a departed, vanished existence was 
described ; all that one so readily looked upon, that one 
loved, prized, sought passionately in the present, to take 
part in it with the cheerfulness of youth. Highdays and 
holydavs in the country, church consecrations and fairs, 
the solemn assemblage of the elders under the village lin- 
den tree, supplanted in its turn by the lively delight of 
youth in dancing, while the more educated classes show 
their sympathy. How seemly did these pleasures appear, 
moderated as they were by an excellent country pastor, 
who understood how to smooth down and remove all that 
went too far, that gave occasion to quarrel and dispute. 
Here again we found an honest Wakefield, in his well- 
known circle, yet no longer in his living bodily form, but 
as a shadow recalled by the soft mournful tones of the 
elegiac poet. The very thought of this poem is one of the 
happiest possible, when once the design is formed to evoke 
once more an innocent past with a graceful melancholy. 
And in this kindly endeavor, how well has the Englishman 
succeeded in every sense of the word ! ■ I shared enthusiasm 
for this charming poem with Cotter, who was more felici- 
tous than myself with the translation undertaken by us 
both; fori had too painfully tried to imitate in our lan- 
guage the delicate significance of the original, and thus had 
well agreed with single passages, but not with the whole." 

Where now was this deserted village ? The desire to 
give every creation of fancy a place in the " dull cata- 
logue of common things," to "know the woof and texture 
of the rainbow," has led the critics into some very pretty 
detective work. The site, of course, is Lissoy, they declare, 



54 INTRODUCTION TO "THE DESERTED VILLAGE." 

and point straightway to pool and hawthorn tree, and mill 
and ale-house, and the church on the hill. Did not the very 
original of the preacher and the schoolmaster and the 
wretched matron dwell in this hamlet of Westmeath ? 
Does not the poet speak of " seats of my youth ? " Has 
he not in mind the evictions that made the name of General 
Najyper so hateful to these Irish peasants ? And has he 
not read his countryman, Lawrence Whyte's poem (1741) 
on the barbarity of Irish landlords ? The identification 
is accepted ; a lover of graceful sentiment, one Mr. Hogan, 
restores the tavern, following literally the poetic picture, 
and pilgrims come trooping to the shrine ; the village thorn 
is only less sacred than that famous one at Glastonbury, 
which sprang from the holy blood. I think that Goldsmith 
would have spoken of all this almost in the words of Haw- 
thorne's preface to " The House of the Seven Gables " : — 
" To assign an actual locality . . . exposes the romance to an 
inflexible and exceedingly dangerous species of criticism, 
by bringing fancy pictures almost into positive contact with 
the realities of the moment. . . . The author trusts not 
to be considered as unpardonably offending, by laying out 
a street that infringes upon nobody's private rights and 
appropriating a lot of land which had no visible owner and 
building a house of materials long in use for constructing 
castles in the air." Of course the poet had in mind the 
scenes and friends of his childhood, . as Hawthorne was 
thinking of Salem ; but to doubt his privilege to blend 
these into a composite picture with the images seen in his 
rambles in English country, regarding perspective and pre- 
serving consistency — to doubt this, is to degrade literary 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE DESERTED VILLAGE.'' 55 

art into photography. Entirely too much has been made 
of Macaulay's confident objection that the village is English 
in its happy days, and Irish in its decay, and that in 
bringing together felicity and misery belonging to two dif- 
ferent countries and to two different stages in the progress 
of society, Goldsmith has committed an unpardonable fault. 
To this there are two answers. Granting for one moment 
Macaulay's premises, we may question his conclusion by 
claiming that dramatic probability and not economic accu- 
racy is all that we can demand of an artist. But we cannot 
grant his premises, for such evictions as Goldsmith de- 
scribes, while far rarer in England than in Ireland, were 
entirely possible there, and are possible even to-day. " It 
is within the last twenty years that an English landlord, 
having faith in his riches, bade a village to be removed 
and cast elsewhere, so that it should no longer be visible 
from his window, and it was forthwith removed." (Black, 
"Life of Goldsmith," 120.) 

To discuss briefly the economic theories set forth by 
Goldsmith in his greatest poem. For once he labored to be 
accurate — with very indifferent success. In the Dedication 
he assures us that he has taken all possible pains to be certain 
of what he alleges , he has no doubt that the land is depop- 
ulating, because he has observed many signs of this in his 
" country excursions for four or five years past." It would 
not be much more absurd to estimate the depth — or perhaps 
the currents — of the sea, by gazing intently at the surface : 
soundings and tests can alone satisfy. An individual opin- 
ion unsupported by statistics goes for naught; but it is 
surely better to be imaginatively wrong than prosaically 



56 INTRODUCTION TO "THE DESERTED TILLAGE." 

right, — at least in a poem. Remembering that his mistakes 
did not mar a whit the literary merit of his work, we must 
yet note that Goldsmith was doubly wrong : wrong in 
his statement of fact, for England was really gaining, not 
losing, in population ; wrong in his assumption that wealth 
and trade, which he confounds with luxury, "thin man- 
kind.'' 

Erring in these points, Goldsmith was however unde- 
niably right in his exposition of certain evils attending 
the accumulation of wealth. Like Bishop Latimer, two 
centuries before him (Note to " The Deserted Village," lines 
57-62), and Washington Irving, a half century later 
("The Sketch Book,"— "Rural Life in England") he per- 
ceived that the rich landowner was the greatest enemy 
to the petty farmer, that the larger estates were absorbing 
the smaller, and that the sturdy race of yeomen were in 
danger of annihilation. He saw " the cottage spurned 
from the green" by park and stable and hall, he saw the 
poor peasant deprived of all that made life possible, even 
of common for his flock, and finally forced to leave his 
home, either for the great city or for " seats beyond the 
western main." Any reference to the social history of the 
time will show how real were all these evils. 

Goldsmith finds little chance for the exiles elsewhere. 
Unlike his friend, Johnson, who loved Fleet Street better 
than green fields, unlike that later dweller in the Temple, 
Charles Lamb, who preferred his London to the Lake 
Country, he speaks sadly, even gloomily, of the metropolis. 
In "The Citizen of the World," in "The Bee," — wherever 
indeed he paints the great city, — he reveals only its darkest 



INTRODUCTION TO "THE DESERTED VILLAGE." 57 

side ; what can await the poor peasants there, but cold 
and hunger ? And if they seek a home across the sea ? 
There is nothing of the spirit of the greater England in 
Goldsmith, nothing of that eagerness for expansion, which 
was laying in his own day the foundation stones of the 
magnificent colonial system of a world empire. Thomson, 
writing his "Liberty" in Goldsmith's early boyhood, sees 
in the new land a Utopia of social freedom (Note to " The 
Deserted Village," line 341) ; but the author of " The Cit- 
izen of the World" puts such words as these into the 
mouth of his cultured Oriental (Letter XVII.) : " There 
are many Englishmen who are for transplanting new col- 
onies into this late acquisition, for peopling the deserts of 
America with the refuse of their countrymen and (as they 
express it) with the waste of an exuberant nation. But 
who are those unhappy creatures who are to be thus 
drained away ? " Swamps and jungles, sunstrokes and tor- 
nadoes, savage beasts and more savage men await the once 
happy people of Auburn. The poem closes without a note 
of hope for those sufferers. 



DEDICATION 

TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS. 

Dear Sir, 

I cax have no expectations in an address of this kind, 
either to add to your reputation, or to establish my own. 
You can gain nothing from my admiration, as I am igno- 
rant of that art in which you are said to excel ; and I may 
lose much by the severity of your judgment, as few have a 
juster taste in poetry than you. Setting interest therefore 
aside, to which I never paid much attention, I must be in- 
dulged at present in following my affections. The only 
dedication I ever made was to my brother, because I loved 
him better than most other men. He is since dead. Per- 
mit me to inscribe this Poem to you. 

How far you may be pleased with the versification and 
mere mechanical parts of this attempt, I do not pretend to 
enquire ; but I know you will object (and indeed several of 
our best and wisest friends concur in the opinion) that the 
depopulation it deplores is no where to be seen, and the dis- 
orders it laments are only to be found in the poet's own 
imagination. To this I can scarcely make any other 
answer than that I sincerely believe what I have written ; 
that I have taken all possible pains, in my country excur- 
sions, for these four or five years past, to be certain of 
what I allege ; and that all my views and enquiries have 

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60 DEDICATION. 

led me to believe those miseries real, which I here attempt 
to display. But this is not the place to enter into an 
enquiry, whether the country be depopulating, or not ; the 
discussion would take up much room, and I should prove 
myself, at best, an indifferent politician, to tire the reader 
with a long preface, when I want his unfatigued attention 
to a long poem. 

In regretting the depopulation of the country, I inveigh 
against the increase of our luxuries ; and here also I expect 
the shout of modern politicians against me. For twenty or 
thirty years past, it has been the fashion to consider luxury 
as one of the greatest national advantages ; and all the wis- 
dom of antiquity in that particular, as erroneous. Still, 
however, I must remain a professed ancient on that head, 
and continue to think those luxuries prejudicial to states, 
by which so many vices are introduced, and so many king-, 
doms have been undone. Indeed so much has been poured 
out of late on the other side of the question, that, merely 
for the sake of novelty and variety, one would sometimes 
wish to be in the right. 

I am, Dear Sir, 
Your sincere friend, and ardent admirer, 

Oliver Goldsmith. 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain, 
Where health and plenty cheer'cl the labouring swain, 
Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, 
And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd: 
Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, 5 

Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, 
How often have I loiter" d o'er thy green, 
Where humble happiness endear'd each scene ! 
How often have I paus'd on every charm, 
The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, 10 

The never-failing brook, the busy mill, 
The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, 
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, 
For talking age and whispering lovers made ! 
How often have I blest the coming day, 15 

When toil remitting lent its turn to play, 
And all the village train, from labour free, 
Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; 
While many a pastime circled in the shade, 
The young contending as the old survey'd ; 20 

And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, 
And sleights of art and feats of strength went round 
And still as each repeated pleasure tir'd, 
Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; 
The dancing pair that simply sought renown, 25 

By holding out to tire each other down ; 
The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, 

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62 THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; 

The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, 

The matron's glance that would those looks reprove : 30 

These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these, 

With sweet succession, taught even toil to please ;, 

These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, 

These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled. 

Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, 35 

Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; 
Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, 
And desolation saddens all thy green : 
One only master grasps the whole domain, 
And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain. 40 

No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, 
But chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way ; 
Along thy glades, a solitary guest, 
The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; 
Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, 45 

And tires their echoes with unvaried cries ; 
Sunk are thy bowers, in shapeless ruin all, 
And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall ; 
And, trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, 
Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 

111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, 
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : 
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade : 
A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; 
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, 55 

When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. 

A time there was, ere England's griefs began, 
When every rood of ground maintain' d its man ; 
For him light labour spread her wholesome store, 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 63 

Just gave what life requir'd, but gave no more : 60 

His best companions, innocence and health ; 
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. 

But times are alter' d ; trade's unfeeling train 
Usurp the land and dispossess the swain ; 
Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, 65 

Unwieldy wealth, and cumbrous pomp repose ; 
And every want to opulence allied, 
And every pang that folly pays to pride. 
Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, 
Those calm desires that ask'd but little room, 70 

Those healthful sports that grac'd the peaceful scene, 
Liv'd in each look, and brighten'd all the green ; 
These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, 
And rural mirth and manners are no more. 

Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, 75 

Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. 
Here as I take my solitary rounds, 
Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruin'd grounds, 
And, many a year elaps'd, return to view 
Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, 80 
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, 
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 

In all my wanderings round this world of care, 
In all my griefs — and God has given my share — 
I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, 85 

Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; 
To husband out life's taper at the close, 
And keep the flame from wasting by repose. 
I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, 
Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, 90 
Around my fire an evening group to draw, 
And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; 



64 THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

And, as an hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, 
Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, 
I still had hopes, my long vexations past, 95 

Here to return — and die at home at last. 

O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, 
Retreats from care, that never must be mine, 
How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, 
A youth of labour with an age of ease ; 100 

Who quits a world where strong temptations try. 
And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! 
For him no wretches, born to work and weep, 
Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; 
No surly porter stands in guilty state 105 

To spurn imploring famine from the gate ; 
But on he moves to meet his latter end, 
Angels around befriending virtue's friend ; 
Bends to the grave with unperceiv'd decay, 
While resignation gently slopes the way ; no 

And, all his prospects brightening to the last, 
His heaven commences ere the world be past ! 

Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close 
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose. 
There, as I pass'd with careless steps and slow, 115 

The mingling notes came soften'd from below ; 
The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, 
The sober herd that low'd to meet their young, 
The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, 
The playful children just let loose from school, iu. 

The watchdog's voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind, 
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; 
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, 
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. 
But now the sounds of population fail. 1- -' 5 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 65 

No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, 

No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, 

For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. 

All but yon wiclow'd, solitary thing, 

That jPeebly bends beside the plashy spring ; 130 

She, wretched matron, forc'd in age, for bread, 

To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, 

To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, 

To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; 

She only left of all the harmless train, 135 

The sad historian of the pensive plain. 

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, 
And still where many a garden flower grows wild; 
There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, 
The village preacher's modest mansion rose. 140 

A man he was to all the country dear, 
And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; 
Eemote from towns he ran his godly race, 
Nor e'er had chang'd, nor wished to change his place ; 
Unpractis'd he to fawn, or seek for power, 145 

By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour ; 
Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, 
More skill'd to raise the wretched than to rise. 
His house was known to all the vagrant train ; 
He chid their wanderings, but reliev'd their pain j 150 
The long remeinber'd beggar was his guest, 
Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; 
The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, 
Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd ; 
The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, 155 

Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away, 
Wept o'er his wounds, or. tales of sorrow done, 
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. 
Pleas'd with his guests, the ^'ood man learned to glow. 



66 THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; 160 

Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, 
His pity gave ere charity began. 

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, 
And even his failings lean'd to virtue's side; 
But in his duty prompt at every call, 105 

He watch'd and wept, he pray'cl and felt for all ; 
And, as a bird each fond endearment tries 
To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, 
He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, 
Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way. 170 

Beside the bed where parting life was laid, 
And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns, dismay'd, 
The reverend champion stood. At his control 
Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; 
Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, 175 
And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise. 

At church, with meek and unaffected grace, 
His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; 
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, 
And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. 180 

The service past, around the pious man, 
With steady zeal, each honest rustic ran ; 
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, 
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. 
His ready smile a parent's warmth exprest, 185 

Their welfare pleas'd him, and their cares distrest; 
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, 
But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. 
As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, 
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, 190 
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, 
Eternal sunshine settles on its head. 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 67 

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, 
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, 
There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, 195 

The village master taught his little school. 
A man severe he was, and stern to view ; 
I knew him well, and every truant knew : 
Well had the boding tremblers learn' d to trace 
The day's disasters in his morning face ; 200 

Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited glee, 
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; 
Full well the busy whisper, circling round, 
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. 
Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, 205 

The love he bore to learning was in fault ; 
The village all declar'd how much he knew 
'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; 
Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, 
And even the story ran that he could gauge. 210 

In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, 
For even though vanquish'd, he could argue still ; 
While words of learned length and thundering sound 
Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around, 
And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew, 215 

That one small head could carry all he knew. 

But past is all his fame. The very spot 
Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. 
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, 
Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, 220 
Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspir'd, 
Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retir'cl, 
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, 
And news much older than their ale went round. 
Imagination fondly stoops to trace 225 

The parlour splendours of that festive place : 



68 THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

The white-wash' cl wall, the nicely sanded floor, 

The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; 

The chest contriv'd a double debt to pay, 

A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; 2::< 

The pictures plac'd for ornament and use, 

The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose ; 

The hearth, except when winter chill'd the day, 

With aspen boughs, and flowers, and fennel gay ; 

While broken tea-cups, wisely kept for show, 235 

Rang'd o'er the chimney, glisten'd in a row. 

Vain transitory splendours ! could not all 
Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall ? 
Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart 
An hour's importance to the poor man's heart. 240 

Thither no more the peasant shall repair 
To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; 
No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, 
No more the wood-man's ballad shall prevail ; 
No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, 245 

Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear ; 
The host himself no longer shall be found 
Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; 
Nor the coy maid, half willing to be prest, 
Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest. 250 

Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, 
These simple blessings of the lowly train ; 
To me more dear, congenial to my heart, 
One native charm, than all the gloss of art ; 
Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, 255 

The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; 
Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, 
Unenvied, unmolested, unconfin'd : 
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade. 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 60 

With all the freaks of wanton wealth array 'd, 260 

In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain, 

The toiling pleasure sickens into pain ; 

And, even while fashion's brightest arts decoy, 

The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy. 

Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey 265 

The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 
'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand 
BetAveen a splendid and a happy land. 
Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore, 
And shouting Folly hails them from her shore ; 270 

Hoards even beyond the miser's wish abound, 
And rich men flock from all the world around. 
Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name 
That leaves our useful products still the same. 
Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride 275 

Takes up a space that many poor supplied ; 
Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, 
Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds : 
The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth 
Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth ; 280 
His seat, where solitary sports are seen, 
Indignant spurns the cottage from the green ; 
Around the world each needful product flies, 
For all the luxuries the world supplies : 
While thus the land adorn'd for pleasure, all 285 

In barren splendour feebly waits the fall. 

As some fair female unadorn'd and plain, 
Secure to please while youth confirms her reign, 
Slights every borrow'd charm that dress supplies, 
Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes : 290 

But when those charms are past, for charms are frail, 
When time advances, and when lovers fail, 



70 THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

She then shines forth, solicitous to bless, 

In all the glaring impotence of dress. 

Thus fares the land, by luxury betray'd, 295 

In nature's simplest charms at first array 'd, 

But verging to decline, its splendours rise, 

Its vistas strike, its palaces surprise ; 

While, scourg'd by famine from the smiling land, 

The mournful peasant leads his humble band; 300 

And while he sinks, without one arm to save, 

The country blooms — a garden, and a grave. 

Where then, ah ! where, shall poverty reside, 
To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride '.' 
If to some common's fenceless limits stray'd, 305 

He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, 
Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, 
And even the bare-worn common is denied. 

If to the city sped — what waits him there ? 
To see profusion that he must not share ; 310 

To see ten thousand baneful arts combin'cl 
To pamper luxury, and thin mankind ; 
To see those joys the sons of pleasure know 
Extorted from his fellow creature's woe. 
Here, while the courtier glitters in brocade, 315 

There the pale artist plies the sickly trade ; 
Here, while the proud their long-drawn pomps display, 
There the black gibbet glooms beside the way. 
The dome where pleasure holds her midnight reign 
Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train; 320 

Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, 
The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. 
Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! 
Sure these denote one universal joy ! 
Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes 325 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 71 

Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. 

She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, 

Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; 

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, 

Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; 330 

Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, 

Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, 

And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, 

With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, 

When idly first, ambitious of the town, 335 

She left her wheel and robes of country brown. 

Do thine, sweet Auburx, thine, the loveliest train, 
Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? 
Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, 
At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! 340 

Ah, no ! To distant climes, a dreary scene, 
Where half the convex world intrudes between, 
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, 
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. 
Far different there from all that charm'd before, 345 

The various terrors of that horrid shore ; 
Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, 
And fiercely shed intolerable day ; 
Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, 
But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling; 350 

Those poisonous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd, 
Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; 
Where at each step the stranger fears to wake 
The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; 
Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, 355 

And savage men more murderous still than they ; 
While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, 
Mingling the ravag'd landscape with the skies. 



72 THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

Far different these from every former scene, 

The cooling brook, the grassy-vested green, 360 

The breezy covert of the warbling grove, 

That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love. 

Good Heaven ! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, 
That call'd them from their native walks away ; 
When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, 365 

Hung round their bowers, and fondly look'd their last, 
And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain 
For seats like these beyond the western main ; 
And shuddering still to face the distant deep, 
Return'd and wept, and still returned to weep. 370 

The good old sire the first prepar'd to go 
To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe; 
But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, 
He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. 
His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, 375 

The fond companion of his helpless years, 
Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, 
And left a lover's for a father's arms. 
With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, 
And blest the cot where every pleasure rose ; 380 

And kiss'd her thoughtless babes with many a tear, 
And clasp'd them close, in sorrow doubly dear ; 
Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief 
In all the silent manliness of grief. 

luxury ! thou curst by Heaven's decree, 385 

How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee ! 
How do thy potions, with insidious joy 
Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! 
Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatness grown, 
Boast of a florid vigour not their own. 300 

At every draught more large and large they grow, 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 73 

A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe ; 

Till sapp'd their strength, and every part unsound, 

Down, down they sink, and spread a ruin round. 

Even now the devastation is begun, 395 

And half the business of destruction done ; 
Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, 
I see the rural virtues leave the land. 
Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, 
That idly waiting flaps with every gale, 400 

Downward they move, a melancholy band, 
Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. 
Contented toil, and hospitable care, 
And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; 
And piety with wishes plac'd above, 405 

And steady loyalty, and faithful love. 
And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, 
Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; 
Unfit in these degenerate times of shame, 
To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ; 410 

Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, 
My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; 
Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, 
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; 
Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, 415 

Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well ! 
Farewell, and O ! where'er thy voice be tried, 
On Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side, 
Whether where equinoctial fervours glow, 
Or winter wraps the polar world in snow, 420 

Still let thy voice, prevailing over time, 
Redress the rigours of the inclement clime ; 
Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; 
Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain ; 
Teach him, that states of native strength possest, 425 



74 THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

Though very poor, may still be very blest ; 

That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay, 

As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away ; 

While self-dependent power can time defy, 

As rocks resist the billows and the sky. 430 



NOTES. 



THE TRAVELLER. 

The Dedication. "But of all kinds of ambition, etc." The first 
edition reads: "But of all kinds of ambition, as things are now cir- 
cumstanced, perhaps that which pursues poetical fame is the wildest. 
"What from the increased refinement of the times, from the diversity 
of judgement produced by opposing systems of criticism, and from the 
more prevalent divisions of opinion influenced by party, the strongest 
and happiest efforts can expect to please but in a very narrow circle. 
Though the poet were as sure of his aim as the imperial archer of 
antiquity, who boasted that he never missed the heart, yet would 
many of his shafts now fly at random, for the heart is too often in the 
wrong place." 

Line 1. " The very first line of the poem strikes a keynote — there 
is in it a pathetic thrill of distance and regret and longing ; and it has 
the soft musical sound that pervades the whole composition." (Black, 
" Goldsmith," English Men of Letters Series, 71.) 

Line 1. " Slow." "Chamier once asked him (Goldsmith) what he 
meant by sloiv, the last word in the first line of ' The Traveller. 1 Did 
he mean the tardiness of locomotion ? Goldsmith, who would say 
something without consideration, answered, 'Yes.' I was sitting by 
and said, ' No, sir ; you do not mean tardiness of locomotion ; you 
mean that sluggishness of mind which comes upon a man in solitude.' 
Chamier believed then that I had written the line as much as if he had 
seen me write it." (Johnson, Boswell's "Life of Johnson," Crowell 
edition, II. 168.) 

Line 2. " Lazy Scheldt." The river Scheldt " drags its slow length 
along " between Holland and Belgium. 

Line 2. "Wandering Po." The ancient Padus or Eridanus, the 
largest river in Italy, is 500 miles in length, rises in the Alps, and falls 
into the Adriatic. Pyper marks " vagus " as one of its classical epithets 
(Gradus). Compare Addison's " Letter from Italy," line 25 : — 

75 



76 NOTES. 

' ' Fired with a thousand raptures I survey 
Eridanus through flowery meadows stray, 
The king of floods." 

Line 3. "The rude Carinthian boor." Carinthia (a province in 
western Austria, of which Klagenfurth is the capital) was visited by 
Goldsmith in 1755. "Being once questioned by Mr. Hickey on the 
justice of the censure passed upon a people whom other travellers 
praised for being as good as, if not better than, their neighbors, Gold- 
smith gave as a reason his being once after a fatiguing day's walk 
obliged to quit a house he had entered for shelter and pass part or the 
whole of the night in seeking another." (Prior's "Life of Goldsmith," 
1837, page 109.) 

Line 5. " Campania's plain." Not the province of Southern Italy, 
but the " Campagna" of Koine. " We descended into the Campania 
of Rome, which is almost a desert," writes Smollett, two months after 
"The Traveller" appeared. "It is nothing but a naked, withered 
down, desolate and dreary, almost without enclosure, cornfield, hedge, 
tree, shrub, house, hut, or habitation." ("Travels through France 
and Italy," Feb. 20, 1765.) 

Line 6. " Expanding." The early editions read "expanded." 

Lines 7-10. Prior compares Goldsmith's "The Citizen of the 
World," Letter III. : "The farther I travel, I feel the pain of separa- 
tion with a stronger force ; those ties that bind me to my native 
country and you are still unbroken ; by every remove I only drag a 
greater length of chain." 

Line 11. " My earliest friend." The brother of line 9 and of the 
Dedication. 

Lines 16, 21. The praise of hospitality is often celebrated by Gold- 
smith (see " The' Vicar of Wakefield," Chap. I.) : " We often had the 
traveller or stranger visit us. . . . The poorer the guest, the better 
pleased he ever is with being treated. Never was the family of Wake- 
field known to turn the traveller or poor dependent out of doors." 
Compare "The Deserted Village," 142-162; "The Vicar of Wake- 
field," VI. 

Line 17. The first edition reads, "Blest be those feasts where 
mirth and peace abound." 

Line 23. " Me." This is the direct object of leads (line 29), though 
the construction of this poetical sentence is far from simple. Compare 
Addison, "Letter from Italy," line 5: "Me into foreign realms my 
fate conveys." 



THE TRAVELLER. 77 

Line 24. " My prime of life in wandering spent and care." Perhaps 
" wandering" has a broad signification (" The Deserted Village," 83). 
From the time of his home-leaving at twenty-three, Goldsmith, like 
Addison, was one of the lonely ones of the earth. Thackeray (Bio- 
graphical Edition, VII. 607), citing lines 23-30, says : " When the lad 
. . . took leave of his parents and set out for Edinburgh, he saw 
mother and uncle and lazy Ballymahon and green native turf and 
sparkling river for the last time. He was never to look on old Ireland 
more, and only in fancy to revisit her." 

Line 26. " Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view." Prior 
cites "The Vicar of Wakefield," Chap. XXIX., "Death, the only 
friend of the wretched, for a little while mocks the weary traveller 
with the view, and, like his horizon, still flies before him." Compare, 
too, "The Bee," I., "Letter from a Traveller" (Macmillan edition, 
359) : " When will my wanderings be at an end ? When will my rest- 
less disposition give me leave to enjoy the present hour ? When at 
Lyons, I thought all happiness lay beyond the Alps ; when in Italy, I 
found myself still in want of something and expected to leave solici- 
tude behind me by going into Romelia ; and now you find me turning 
back, still expecting ease everywhere but where I am." 

Lines 31-32. "'The Philosophic Wanderer,' in Hale's Vignette to 
the old quarto editions, surveys a conventional eighteenth-century 
landscape from an Alpine solitude composed of stage rocks and a fir 
tree." (Dobson, Great Writers Series, 99.) 

Lines 37 f. The first edition reads here : — 

" When thus creation's charms around combine, 
Amidst the store, 'twere thankless to repine, 
'Twere affectation all and school-taught pride, 
To spurn the splendid. things by heaven supply 'd." 

Line 41. "School-taught pride." "The pride which the Stoic 
feels in his conquest of himself and in his superiority to the casualties 
of life." (Rolfe.) 

Lines 45-48. "Ye glittering towns," etc. This sort of apostrophe, 
emphasized by repetition and parallelism, is very common in the 
poetry of the eighteenth century. Pope writes (" Autumn," 27) : — 

" Ye flowers that droop, forsaken by the spring, 
Ye birds that left by summer cease to sing, 
Ye trees that fade when autumn-heats remove." 



78 NOTES. 

Line 48. "Bending swains." The "swain" is ever present in 
the "flowery vales" of classical verse. Note Pope's "Pastorals" 
and "The Deserted Village," 2, "The labouring swain." Gay in 
"The Shepherd's Week" amusingly rings the changes on this poeti- 
cal name of " the rustic." 

Line 50. "Creation's heir." Mark the ellipsis: " Inasmuch as I 
am Creation's heir, the world is mine." 

Line 51. "Lone miser." No one has given a more favorable pic- 
ture of this class of men than Goldsmith himself ("The Bee," III., 
Oct. 20, 1759) : " Well were it for society had we more of this character 
among us. In general these close men are found at last the true bene- 
factors of society." 

Line 57. "Sorrows." " Signs of sorrows, tears." (Hales.) 

Lines 61-62. This sentiment accords exactly with what Thackeray 
tells us of Goldsmith's practice (Biographical Edition, VII. 607): 
"The poor fellow was never so friendless but he could befriend some 
one ; never so pinched and wretched but he could give his crust, and 
speak his word of compassion. . . . His purse and his heart were 
everybody's and his friends' as much as his own." 

Line 66. The first edition reads here, " Boldly asserts that coun- 
try for his own." 

Line 68. First edition, "live-long." 

Line 69. "At the line." The equator, called also the equinoctial 
line. The "Standard Dictionary," s.v. "Line," cites this passage. 

Line 70. " Golden sands. " Every one will recall Heber's — 

" Where Afric's sunny fountains 
Roll down their golden sand." 

Lines 73-74. Compare Goldsmith's "Essays," XI. : " We are now 
become so much Englishmen, Frenchmen, Dutchmen, Spaniards, or 
( rermans that we are no longer citizens of the world : so much the 
natives of one particular spot or members of one petty society that we 
no longer consider ourselves as the general inhabitants of the globe, 
etc." 

Lines 75 f. The first edition reads : — 

" And yet, perhaps, if states with states we scan. 
Or estimate their bliss in Reason's plan, 
Though patriots flatter and though fools contend, 
We still shall find uncertainty suspend ; 
Find that each good, by art or nature given. 



THE TRAVELLER. 79 

To these or those but makes the balance even ; 
Find that the bliss of all is much the same, 
And patriotic boasting reason's shame." 

Lines 83-84. Omitted in first edition. 

Line 84. "Lira's cliffs." Since Bolton Corney, all editors agree 
that the reference is to Idria, a town in the mountains of Carniola, 
famous for its mines. 

Line 84. "Arno's shelvy side." Arno, the well-known river of 
Tuscany on whose gradually sloping (shelvy) banks Pisa and Florence 
lie, is mentioned a dozen times by Dante in his "Divine Comedy." 
He thus describes it ("Purgatorio," XIV. lfi) : — 

" Through midst of Tuscany there wanders 
A streamlet that is born in Fallerona, 
And not a hundred miles of course suffice it. 

# ¥fr t- ■* * * 

This maledict and misadventurous ditch." 

(Longfellow's translation.) 

Line 85. First edition reads : — 

" And though rough rocks or gloomy summits frown." 

Line 86. " Custom." This means nothing more than " Use." 

Line 87. "Art" is, of course, antithetical to "nature" (line 81). 
Johnson defines it as the power of doing something not taught by 
nature or instinct (Hales). 

Line 88. " Commerce." First, third, and fourth editions read 
" splendours." 

Line 90. "Either." Used for any one of five blessings — con- 
trary to modern usage. 

Lines 91-92. Omitted in first, third, and fourth editions. 

Tmie 92. " Honor sinks where commerce long prevails." Compare 
Tennyson's " Locksley Hall," "And the jingling of the guinea helps 
the hurt that honor feels." 

Lines 93-94 recall the " ruling passion " of Pope's " Essay on Man." 

Lines 93-94. " Hence every state to one loved blessing prone," etc. 
Compare Burke, " Brief on Conciliation," "Every nation has formed 
to i'self some favorite point, which by way of eminence becomes the 
criterion of their happiness." 

Line 99. "Try." First edition, '• view." 



80 NOTES. 

Line 100. "The prospect as it lies." We must not forget the 
poet's point of view on his Alpine height. 

Line 103. "Yon neglected shrub." Does not the epithet show 
indirectly Goldsmith's love of cultivated nature ? 

Line 105. " Apennine." This mountain range, the backbone of 
Italy, has been celebrated by poets from Virgil to Browning. ("Not 
a mountain rears its head unsung.") 

Line 106. In this and the following lines, indeed in his whole 
description of Italy, Goldsmith seems to be indebted to Addison's 
"Letter from Italy," which he greatly admired. (See Introduction.) 

Line 108. "Gay theatric pride." Mitford recalls several classical 
parallels to this phrase. Virgil had written (" JEneid," VI. 288) : — 
"iEneas advances to a grassy plain, which woods on winding hills 
enclosed around ; and in the mid-valley was the circuit of a theatre." 

Line 109. "Tops . . . mark." First edition reads, "top . . . 
marks. ' ' 

Line 112. " Were surely blest." Mark mood and tense. 

Lines 113-122. Compare with these lines Addison's "Letter," 
lines 55-60, 65-68 : — 

" See how the golden groves around me smile, 
That shun the coast of Britain's stormy isle, 
Or, when transplanted and preserved with care, 
Curse the cold clime and starve in northern air ; 
Here kindly warmth their mountain juice ferments. ^ 

****** 

Where western gales eternally reside, 
And all the seasons lavish all their pride ; 
Blossoms and fruits and flowers together rise, 
And the whole year in gay confusion lies." 

Line 121. "Gelid." Certainly not "icy" here, but "of pleasing 
coolness." 

Line 125. "Florid." The word is here employed in its primary 
meaning of "flowery." Such use recalls the poem of Dr. Holmes's 
Latin tutor ("The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table"). Compare 
"The Deserted Village," 390. 

Line 120. Byron's line is suggested (" Bride of Abydos," I. 1), 
" And all save the spirit of man is divine." 

Line 124 f. "And sensual bliss is all the nation knows." Addison 
simply touches upon the oppression and tyranny that made Italy 



THE TRAVELLER. 81 

unhappy. But ever since Elizabeth's time Italian sensuality had been 
the theme of English pens: Ascham (''The Schoolmaster"), Lyly 
("Euphues"), Nash (-'Jack Wilton"). Compare, too, Byron's 
"Beppo." Luxury, vanity, and poverty are the chief faults of this 
people, according to Goldsmith's magnificent contemporary. Horace 
Walpole. 

Line 127. "Manners." "In sense of Latin mores.'''' (Hales.) 
"And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power." (Wordsworth. 
"Sonnet to Milton.") 

Line 133. "Not far removed the date." An ellipsis. The mean- 
ing is simple, " 'Twas not long ago." 

Lines 135-138. These lines need no other commentary than the 
passage from Addison which inspired them ("Letter," 84 f. ). 

"The smooth chisel all its force has shown 
And soften'd into flesh the rugged stone. 

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So warm with life his [Raphael's] blended colours glow. 

****** 
Here domes and temples rise in distant views 
And opening palaces invite my muse." 

Lines 137-138. Pope has the same idea ("Imitation of Horace," 
Book II., Epistle I. 147) : — 

" Then marble softened into life grew warm, 
And yielding metal flow'd to human form." 

Thomson, "Liberty," IV. 211 : — 

" From the brute rock it called the human form." 

Lines 139-144. First edition omits lines 141-142, third and 
fourth editions, lines 143-144. 

Line 142. "Unmanned." Depopulated. 

Line 143. "Fruitless skill." Unavailing discernment. That is, 
"The nation learned with knowledge that came too late to aid." 

Line 144. " Plethoric." This word is explained by Goldsmith him- 
self, "The Citizen of the World" (cited by Mitf ord) : "In short, 
the state resembled one of those bodies bloated with disease, whose 
bulk is only a symptom of its wretchedness ; their former opulence 
only rendered them more impotent." Compare " The Deserted 
Village," 389-394. 

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82 NOTES. 

Lines 145-146. First edition reads : — 

" Yet, though the fortune lost, here still abide 
Some splendid arts, the wrecks of former pride." 

Line 150. "The pasteboard triumph. " Compare Goldsmith, " Pres- 
ent State of Polite Learning," Chap. IV. " Happy country where the 
wits even of Rome are united into a rural group of nymphs and swains, 
under the appellation of modern Arcadians ; where in the midst of 
porticos, processions, and cavalcades, abbe's turned shepherds, and 
shepherdesses without sheep indulge their innocent divert imenti. " 

Line 152. "A mistress or a saint in every grove." An antithesis 
in the manner of Pope. Compare "The Rape of the Lock," III., 
158, "When husbands or when lapdogs breathe their last." 

Line 154. "The sports of children." We find this story in For- 
sters "Life" (1871, I. 347) : "Sir Joshua Reynolds went out to call 
upon Goldsmith, he says, not having seen him for some time, and, no 
one answering at his door, he opened it without announcement and 
walked in. His friend was at his desk with hand uplifted, and a look 
directed to another part of the room, where a little dog sat with diffi- 
culty on his haunches, looking imploringly at its teacher, whose rebuke 
for toppling over he had evidently just received. Reynolds advanced 
and looked past Goldsmith's shoulder at the writing on his desk. It 
seemed to be some portions of a poem, and, looking more closely, he 
was able to read a couplet which had been that instant written. The 
ink of the second line was wet. 

'By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd ; 
The sports of children satisfy the child.' " 

Line 154. This was followed in the first edition by : — 

" At sports like these while foreign arms advance 
In passive ease they leave the world to chance." 

Line 155. The first edition reads : — 

" While struggling virtue sinks by long control, 
She leaves at last or feebly mans the soul." 

Later editions through the fifth change this to : — 

"When noble aims have suffered long control 
They sink at last or feebly man the soul." 

Line 159. " Domes." In its etymological meaning of house, man- 
sion, palace. Compare "The Deserted Village," 319. 



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Lines 150-160. These two lines are full* of the romantic feeling of 
the next century, the world-sorrow, the sympathy with the sufferings 
of humanity that always finds a voice amid old ruins and the memo- 
ries of buried greatness. Madame de Stael's " Corinne " or "Italy " 
overflows with this sentiment. Heine, the German poet, says in his 
" Pictures of his Italian Journey " (Embden's " Family Life of Heine," 
De Kay's translation, Cassell, p. 53): "The very stones speak here, 
and I understand their silent tongue. Any broken column belonging 
to the days of Rome, any mouldering tower of the Lombards, any 
weather-worn clustered Gothic pier, knows very well what I mean." 
And finally Byron, " Manfred," Act III., Scene iv. : — 

"Caesar's chambers and the Augustan halls 
Grovel on earth in indistinct decay." 

Line 161. "There in the ruin." Dr. Smollett writes of Rome, 
Feb. 28, 1765 ("Travels through France and Italy") : " The miser- 
able houses and even garden walls of the peasants in this district are 
built with these precious materials, I mean shafts and capitals of 
marble columns, heads, arms, legs, and mutilated trunks of statues." 

Line 163. "And, wondering man could want," etc. "Wonder- 
ing " does not qualify "man," but is to be taken with peasant (162), 
the subject of "exults" and " owns" (164). The conjunction "that" 
must be supplied in thought before "man." 

Line 167. Note in this and the following lines the indifference to, 
indeed the shrinking from, wild nature, so characteristic of Gold- 
smith's time. As Ruskin points out, even Shakespeare abhorred 
mountains ; and to Thomas Gray is usually assigned the distinction of 
being the first Englishman to appreciate their beauties. But at least 
three years before Gray penned his enthusiastic sketch of the moun- 
tains of the Chartreuse, James Thomson wrote in his "Liberty," IV. 
344-348 : — 

" Their shaggy mountains charm 
More than or Gallic, or Italian plains ; 
And sickening fancy oft, when absent long, 
Pines to behold their Alpine views again." 

The lines that follow are as romantic as any from Byron or Coleridge. 
Line 167. "The bleak Swiss." Collins, like Wordsworth and 
Tennyson later, celebrates in his "Ode to Liberty" (1747), "Wild 
Helvetia's mountain bleak" as the stronghold of freedom. But, 
throughout this part of his poem, Goldsmith doubtless recalled Thom- 
son's " Liberty," IV. 335-343 : — 



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" For valor, faith; and innocence of life, 
Renowned, a rough, laborious people there, 
Not only give the dreadful Alps to smile, 
And press their culture on retiring snows, 
But, to firm order trained and patient war, 
They likewise know, beyond the nerve remiss 
Of mercenary force, how to defend 
The tasteful little their hard toil has earned, 
And the proud arm of Bourbon to defy." 

Line 167. "Mansions." All the early editions read "mansions" 
here, but Mitford, Irving, and Masson prefer the singular. In any 
case, the word means nothing more than "abode." (Compare line 
201.) 

Line 170. "But man and steel, the soldier and his sword." The 
Swiss had early proved themselves mighty men of arms in their strife 
with the Austrians (see Schiller's " Wilhelm Tell"). For three 
hundred years before Goldsmith, they had served for pay in the armies 
of Europe, but the greatest and the most fatal triumph of Swiss 
mercenaries was to come in the palace of Louis XVI., nearly twenty 
years after Goldsmith's death. Thorwaldsen's "Lion of Lucerne" is 
the noblest tribute to this feat and to Helvetian fidelity and honor. 

Line 171. "Vernal." A favorite word of eighteenth-century 
poets. Pope speaks of "vernal airs" in his "Pastoral on Spring," 
line 5. 

Line 173. "Sues." The early editions read here "soothes," but 
the word of wooing is more applicable to the nature of zephyrs. 

Line 176. "Redress." To compensate for. The word has under- 
gone little change in meaning. 

Line 182. "Vegetable meal." In these lines Goldsmith is con- 
trasting the lots of Swiss peasants and those of other countries. " In 
a large number of the French provinces the use of meat was unknown. 
'For three-fourths of the population of France,' says a writer about 
1760, ' the consumption of meat does not amount to more than a 
monthly average of a pound per head.'" (Duruy, "History of 
France," Carey's translation, p. 515.) 

Line 186. " Breasts." This is the reading of the earliest editions. 
and is accepted by such editors as Rolfe and Dobson. Johnson quotes 
the line in his Dictionary, s.v. "Breast." and Forster praises the 
reading in his "Life of Goldsmith," 1871, I. 60. "It is enough to 
make the angels weep," says Black (" Life of Goldsmith," p. 72), " to 



THE TRAVELLER. 85 

find such a couplet murdered in several editions of Goldsmith's works 
(Mitford, Masson, etc.) by the substitution of the commonplace 
k breathes ' for ' breasts.' " 

Line 187. "The finny deep/' Mitford draws attention to Gold- 
smith's words in "The Citizen of the World," "The best manner 
to draw up the finny prey " (fish). 

Line 190. "The struggling savage. 1 ' Used here of wild beast. 
Goldsmith says, in "The Citizen of the World" (cited by Mitford). 
" He is a beast of prey, and the laws should make use of as many 
stratagems and as much force to drive the reluctant savage into the 
toils as the Indians when they hunt the hyena or the rhinoceros." 
Thomson's "Liberty," IV. 596-598: — 

" No savage Alp, the den 
Of wolves and bears, and monstrous things obscene, 
That vex the swain and waste the country round." 

Line 191. "Every labour sped." "Successfully concluded." 
Compare "God you speed" of Chaucer's prologue to " Canterbury 
Tales," line 759. There, and in Anglo-Saxon, where the word is 
common, it carries no idea of quickness, but of prosperity. 

Lines 192 f. suggest Burns's picture of a Scotch fireside ("The 
Cotter's Saturday Night"): — 

" His wee bit ingle blinkin' bonilie, 
His clean hearth-stane, his thrifty wine's smile, 
The lisping infant prattling on his knee," etc. 

Line 198. "Nightly." Of or pertaining to the night— (" Stand- 
ard" cites Whittier's "nightly chores")— not to a succession of 
nights or every night. Often so used by Milton and Shakespeare. 

Line 200. " The patriot passion." The ruling passion of each class 
of men is discussed by Pope in his "Essay on Man" and "Moral 
Essays." 

Lines 201-202. Omitted in first edition of poem. 

Line 205. " Child." The earliest editions here read " babe." 

Lines 209 f. Goldsmith considers this theme in cold prose, "The 
Citizen of the World," XI. (Macmillan edition, p. 101): "The 
more various our artificial necessities, the wider is our circle of pleas- 
ure ; for all pleasures consist in obviating necessities as they rise ; 
luxury, therefore, as it increases our wants, increases our capacity 
for happiness. ' ' 



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Lines 213-214. Mitford cites Goldsmith's ''Animated Nature," 
edition 1774, II. 123, "Every want becomes a means of pleasure in 
the redressing." "Bedrest" means "supplied." 

Line 215. "Science." This seems here and in many of Gold- 
smith's prose essays to mean little more than " knowledge." 

Line 217. " Unknown." Ellipsis. " It is unknown to them," or 
" they do not know how." 

Line 221. "Level." Monotonous. Compare line 359. 

Lines 228, 235. "Morals." Like the Latin mores, the word is 
synonymous with manners (line 230). 

Line 228. "Low." Used here probably in eighteenth-century 
sense of coarse and vulgar. Fielding employs the word frequently in 
his "Jonathan Wild," "We must not detain the reader too long 
with, these low characters;" and Richardson calls Tom Jones "the 
lowest of fellows." Goldsmith, according to Colman, drove the word 
out of contemporary criticism. (Dobson.) 

Lines 233-238. The simile here introduced complies with all the 
conditions which, according to Goldsmith himself (Essay XVI., Mac- 
millan edition, p. 336), should govern that figure. "It is apt, strik- 
ing, properly pursued, and adorned with all the graces of poetical 
melody." The change of "our" (first edition) to "the" improves 
greatly the movement of line 236. 

Lines 243 f. These lines have an intense autobiographical interest. 
"I had some knowledge of music, with a tolerable voice," he says 
through the mouth of George Primrose, in "The Vicar of Wakefield" 
(Chap. XX.). "I now turned what was once my amusement into a 
present means of subsistence. I passed among the harmless peasants 
of Flanders and among such of the French as were poor enough to be 
very merry ; for I ever found them sprightly in proportion to their 
wants. Whenever I approached a peasant's house towards nightfall I 
played one of my most merry tunes, and that procured me not only a 
lodging but subsistence for the next day." 

Line 244. "Loire." This river, the longest in France, rises in the 
Cevennes Mountains, flows in a north-northwest course to Orleans 
(forever associated in our minds with Joan of Arc), then southwest 
through the beautiful country of chateaux and cliff-dwellings by Blois 
to Tours — after this due west to the Bay of Biscay. 

Lines 244, 247-248 show how poorly Goldsmith rated his musical 
performances. In " The Vicar of Wakefield " (Chap. XX.) he tells us 
that "people of fashion thought his playing odious, and that in Italy 
every peasant was a better musician than he." " Sir John Hawkins 



THE TRAVELLER. 87 

writes, in allusion to the performance of the poet on the German 
flute, ' He understood not the character in which music is written and 
played on that instrument as many of the vulgar do, merely by ear.' " 
(Prior, " Life of Goldsmith," 1837, p. 217.) 

Lines 249 f. This picture of the brighter side of French peasant 
life recalls two final chapters of Sterne's "Tristram Shandy," Vol. 
VII., written just about this time. "In these sportive plains and 
under this genial sun, where at this instant all flesh is running out 
piping, fiddling, and dancing to the vintage and every step that's 
taken, the judgment is surprised by the imagination," etc. 

Line 253. " Gestic lore." " Traditional gestures or motions of the 
body. " (Dobson. ) All editors point to Scott's " Peveril of the Peak " 
(Chap. XXX.), " He [Charles II.] seemed like herself [Fenella] car- 
ried away by the enthusiasm of the gestic art." 

Line 256. " Idly busy." Compare Pope, " Elegy on an Unfortunate 
Lady," line 81, " Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er." (Rolfe.) 

Lines 257 f. Goldsmith furnishes the best commentary upon these 
lines ("Present State of Polite Learning," VI.): " Their [French] 
encouragements to merit are more skilfully directed ; the link of 
patronage and learning still continues unbroken. The French nobility 
have certainly a most pleasing way of satisfying the vanity of an 
author without indulging his avarice. A man of literary merit is sure 
of being caressed by the great, though seldom enriched." 

Lines 265, 266. The splendid compactness of Goldsmith's best 
manner is illustrated in these lines, as heavily weighted with meaning 
as any in the poem. 

Line 273. "Tawdry." Showy but without taste ; gaudy. "It was 
first used in the phrase, ' tawdry lace,' — a rustic necklace ; explained 
in Skinner as being a necklace bought at St. Awdry's fair, held in the 
Isle of Ely, on St. Awdry's (St. Etheldrida's) day, October 17 " (Skeat, 
"Etymological Dictionary." s.v.). It is worth while to note that in 
the first edition of "The Traveller," the word is not introduced to 
qualify the "lampoons" of the poet, mentioned in the Dedication. 

Lines 273-274. Writing from Paris, Oct. 12, 1763 ("Travels 
through France and Italy," Letter VII.), Dr. Smollett says, "Vanity 
and ostentation, engrossing all their funds, utterly disable them from 
exerting the virtues of beneficence." 

Line 276. " Frieze." " A coarse woollen cloth with a shaggy nap 
on one side." ( " Standard.") 

Line 277. "Cheer." Allowance of food. A favorite word of Sir 
Walter Scott. 



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Lines 281 f. Prior, "Life of Goldsmith," 1837, p. 276. points to 
"Animated Nature,' 1 edition 1774, I. 276 : "But we need scarce men- 
tion these, when we find that the whole kingdom of Holland seems to 
be a conquest from the sea, and in a manner rescued from its bosom. 
The surface of the earth in this country is below the level of the bed 
of the sea ; and I remember upon approaching the coast to have looked 
down upon it from the sea, as into a valley." 

Lines 283, 287. " Methinks." " It seems to me." The verbal part 
of the compound is derived from Anglo-Saxon Thyncan, to seem, 
not Thencan, to think; and the "Me" represents the dative, with 
the impersonal construction. 

Line 286. " Rainpire. " Synonym of rampart (Old English rem- 
part, rempar). Shakespeare speaks of " rampir'd gates" ("Timon 
of Athens," V. iv. 47). Here the word refers to the dikes, "the firm 
connected bulwark" (line 288). 

Line 291. The first edition reads : "While ocean pent and rising 
o'er the pile." 

Lines 293-294. Compare Scott, " Marmion," Introduction to Canto 
III. : — 

" Content to rear his [the Belgian's] whiten'd wall 
Beside the dank and dull canal, 
He'll say from youth, he loved to see 
The white sail gliding by the tree." 

Like Goldsmith, Scott confuses the Dutch and the Belgians. 

Line 297. " Wave-subjected." Lying below the surface of the sea. 

Lines 301 ff. It is interesting to compare with this passage the 
opening stanzas of Dryden's " Annus Mirabilis," 1666. 

"In thriving arts long time had Holland grown. 
Crouching at home and cruel when abroad. 
****** 

Trade which like blood should circularly flow, 
Stopped in their channels, found its freedom lost ; 
Thither the wealth of all the world did go 
And seemed but shipwrecked on so base a coast.' 1 

Line 303. "Are." The verb is here attracted from its correct 
singular form by the seeming plurality of subject. 

Line 309. This line appears verbatim in the prose of "The Citizen 
of the World," XXXIV. (Mitford.) 

Lines 313 f. Prior cites from Goldsmith's manuscript introduction 



THE TRAVELLER. 89 

to " The History of the War": k - How unlike the brave peasants, their 
ancestors, who spread terror into either India, and always declared 
themselves the allies of those who drew the sword in defence of 
freedom! " 

Line 317. " Genius. 1 ' •• My guiding spirit,'' Perhaps merely the 
port's muse. 

Line 319. "Arcadian." Arcadia, a fertile province of Greece, 
became, in the writing of the Renascence, the scene of all pastoral 
romances. Sir Philip Sidney and many others celebrate its ideal 
beauty. The pastoral Arcadia of course lies "out of space, out of 
time." 

Line 320. " Hydaspes." Sung by Horace and Virgil. It is the 
modern Jelum, a river of Punjaub in India. 

Line 324. "Extremes are only in the master's mind." Extreme 
heat and cold exist only in fancy ; so equable is the climate. 

Lines 327-328. These two noble lines appear in reverse order in 
the first edition. Mark the gain in climax by the change to periodic 
structure. 

Line 333. "Boasts these rights to scan." Boasts that he scans 
these rights. 

Lines 335 f. Apostrophes to freedom are very common in English 
verse, particularly in the poems of Goldsmith's own century. Will- 
iam Collins had written (1747) a magnificent "Ode to Liberty" 
("The Traveller," note to line 107). But our poet was chiefly 
indebted to Addison's "Letter from Italy," 120-158, and to Thom- 
son's "Liberty," V., where he found lavish praise of British inde- 
pendence. 

Lines 330 f. " I remember," says Edmund Burke ("The Cause of 
Present Discontents," 1770), "an old scholastic aphorism, which says, 
' that the man who lives detached from others, must be either an 
angel or a devil.' When I see in any of these detached gentlemen of 
our times [Compare Goldsmith's "self-dependent lordlings"] the 
angelic purity, power and beneficence, I shall admit them to be 
angels. In the meantime we are born only to be men. It is there- 
fore our business ... to bring the dispositions that are lovely in 
private life into the service and conduct of the commonwealth ; so to 
be patriots as not to forget we are gentlemen." (Compare line 357.) 

Lines 341-344. The first edition reads, in place of these four 
lines : — 

" See, though by circling deeps together held. 
Minds combat minds, repelling and repell'd." 



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Line 345. Rolfe explains "ferments" as "political agitations, 11 
and " imprison'd " as " kept within the bonds of law." 

Line 351. "Fictitious bonds." "Artificial bonds," as opposed 
to "Nature\s ties" (first edition, "social bonds"). 

Line 356. "The nurse of arms." Thomson, "Liberty," V. 
81-82, calls Britain : — 

" Great nurse of fruits, of flocks, of commerce, She ! 
Great nurse of men." 

Line 357. " Noble stems." Men of noble race. Great families. 

Line 358. " ^Yrote." A common past participial form in Gold- 
smith^ day. Gray's " Elegy " was advertised by Dodsley as "wrote 
in a country churchyard." 

Line 361 f. Mitford cites Goldsmith's preface to " History of Eng- 
land" : "In the things I have hitherto written, 1 have neither allured 
the vanity of the great by flattery, nor satisfied the malignity of the 
vulgar by scandal, but I have endeavored to get an honest reputation 
by liberal pursuits." 

Line 362. "To flatter kings." " 'In such a state as ours, 1 said 
Johnson, ' who would not wish to please the chief magistrate ? ^ 'I 
do wish to please him, 1 replied Goldsmith. 'I remember a line in 
Dry den, 

" And every poet is the monarch's friend." 

It ought to be reversed. 1 " (Boswell's "Life of Johnson," a 1773.) 
Line 362. " Court the great." " As for myself," said Goldsmith, 
after refusing the patronage of the Earl of Northumberland, " I have 
no great dependence on the promises of great men : I look to the 
booksellers for support ; they are my best friends, and I am not in- 
clined to desert them for others." 

Lines 363-380. In place of these, the first edition gives two lines 
only : — 

" Perish the wish, for, inly satisfy 'd, 
Above their pomps I hold my ragged pride." 

Forster believes that Goldsmith omitted " the ragged pride " because 
it involved an undignified admission. (Introduction.) 

Lines 375-376. " Hence should one order," etc. This is exactly in 
the manner of Pope's " Essay on Man." 

Line 382. " Contracting regal power." Goldsmith argues against 
the diminution of kingly power both in the preface to the " History 



THE TRAVELLER. 91 

of England" and in "The Vicar of Wakefield." At this time 
George III., an ardent believer in the divine right of kings, backed by 
the Tories, was fighting successfully against the two divisions of the 
Whigs. 

Line 386. "Laws grind the poor," etc. Mitford cites "The Vicar 
of Wakefield," XIX., "What we may then expect may be seen by 
turning our eyes to Holland, Genoa, or Venice, where the laws govern 
the poor and the rich govern the law." 

Lines 897-412. These lines contain the central thought of "The 
Deserted Village," which appeared five years after "The Traveller." 

Line 410. " To traverse climes beyond the western main." Com- 
pare " The Deserted Village," 368, "For seats like these beyond the 
western main." 

Line 411. "Oswego." A river in western New York, running 
northwest between Lakes Oneida and Ontario. 

Line 412. "Niagara." The famous Falls of Niagara. Rolfe, 
citing Lippincott's Gazetteer, remarks that the accent was originally 
on the penult, as here. " It has been observed, also, that Goldsmith 
was the first to introduce into English poetry sonorous American, or 
rather Indian, names." (Black, "Life of Goldsmith," Chap. IX.) 

Lines 410-422. This passage is amplified. " The Deserted Village," 
341-362. 

Line 416. "Marks with murderous aim." Notice the improve- 
ment from " takes a deadly aim" of the early editions. The horrors 
of the French and Indian war were fresh in the minds of Englishmen 
when Goldsmith wrote. Compare "The Deserted Village," 356. 

Line 421. " Long." The early editions read " fond." 

Lines 420, 429-434, 437-438. These lines were written by Dr. 
Johnson (Boswell's "Life of Johnson," a 1776). Lines 429-430 
recall one of his precepts in " Rasselas," "A king has the care of 
only a few millions, to whom he cannot do much good or harm." 
(Pobson.) 

Line 436. "Luke's iron crown." In a rebellion in Hungary in 
1514, headed by two brothers, George and Luke Doza (not Zeck, as 
Goldsmith thought), the former was punished on its suppression by 
having his head encircled with a red-hot iron crown. " The name of the 
actual sufferer. George, might have been misconstrued by those who 
knew not the historical fact, as implying some sneer or irreverence to 
his own sovereign." (Prior, "Life of Goldsmith," 1837, 271.) 

Line 436. " Damiens 1 bed of steel." Robert Francois Damiens 
was tortured and executed in 1757 for attempting to assassinate Louis 



92 NOTES. 

XV. of France. ''Being conducted to the Conciergerie, an iron bed, 
which likewise served for a chair, was prepared for him, and in this 
he was fastened with chains. The torture was again applied and a 
physician ordered to attend to see what degree of pain he could sup- 
port." (Smollett, ''History of England," III., Chap. VII., cited by 
Dobson.) 

Line 437. " But rarely known.' , This phrase modifies " the lifted 
axe," etc., the subjects of "leave." 



NOTES. 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 

Line 1. " Sweet Auburn." The name was obtained by Goldsmith 
from his friend, Bennett, Langton. (Forster, " Life," II. 206.) There 
is an Aldbourn, or Auburn, in Wiltshire, near Marlborough, but this 
cannot be Goldsmith's village. See Introduction. 

Lines 2-4. These lines are in the best manner of the classical school. 
For use of "parting," compare Gray, " Elegy," 1, "The curfew tolls 
the knell of parting day." 

Line 6. "Seats of my youth." "Seat" is used in the sense of 
"abode." (Compare, "a gentleman's seat," "county seat.") 
Goldsmith here identifies Auburn with Lissoy. For word, see 
"Deserted Village," 281, 368. 

Line 7. "Thy green." This recalls Tennyson's stanza ("In 
Memoriam," LXIV.), true in part of Goldsmith himself: — 

" Some divinely gifted man 
Whose life in low estate began 
And on a simple village green." 

Lines 5-15. " Ten lines, from the fifth to the fifteenth, had been 
his second morning's work ; and when Cooke entered his chamber, he 
read them to him aloud. ' Come,' he added, ' let me tell you this is 
no bad morning's work ; and now, my dear boy, if you are not better 
engaged, I should be glad to enjoy Shoemaker's Holiday with you.' *' 
(Forster, " Life," II. 118.) 

Lines 9 f. " The pool, the busy mill, the house where 'nut-brown 
draughts inspired ' are still visited as the poetic scene, and the ' haw- 
thorn bush ' growing in an open space in front of the house which I 
knew to have three trunks, is now reduced to one, the other two 
having been cut, from time to time, by persons carrying pieces of it 
away to be made into toys, etc., in honour of the bard and the 
celebrity of his poem. All these contribute to the same proof, and 

93 



94 NOTES. 

the ' decent church ' which I attended for upwards of eighteen years, 
and which ' tops the neighbouring hill,' is exactly "described as seen 
from Lissoy, the residence of the preacher." (Dr. Strean, Dec. 31, 
1807 — curate of Kilkenny West, quoted by Forster, "Life," II. 207.) 

Line 10. "The shelter'd cot." "Mine be a cot beside the hill 
. . . A willowy brook that turns the mill." (Samuel Rogers, "A 
Wish.") 

Line 12. "Decent." Comely, pretty, yet unobtrusive (the Latin, 
decens). 

Lines 13-14. Strange to say, no edition recalls Milton, "L'Alle- 
gro," 67-68: — 

" And every shepherd tells his tale 
Under the hawthorn in the dale." 

(Not a tale of love, but a reckoning of sheep.) 

Lines 15-16. " The coining day." "The holiday (Roman Catholic 
Sunday or Feast-day) when the remission of toil permitted play to 
have its turn." 

Line 17. " Train." Apparently Goldsmith's hardest-worked word. 
(He uses it eight times in this poem alone, — Lines 17, 63, 81, 135, 149, 
252, 320, 337.) 

Line 20. "The young contending." The absolute participle ap- 
pears fifteen times in Goldsmith's poetry, thirty-two times in his prose. 
(Ross, " Absolute Participle in English," Bait., 1893.) See " Deserted 
Milage," 110, 297, 393. The line suggests one of the closing scenes 
in the life of Sir Richard Steele. " He would often be carried out in 
a summer's evening, where the country lads and lasses were assembled 
at their rural sports, and with his pencil give an order on his agent, 
the mercer, for a new gown to the best dancer." (Victor's Letters, 
Dobson, "Life of Steele," 211.) Rustic pleasures are the theme of 
Gay, "The Shepherd's Week." 

Line 22. " Sleights of art." Feats of dexterity. Compare Butler, 
"Hudibras," II., III. 4: — 

' ' Lookers-on feel most delight 
That least perceive a juggler's sleight, 
And still the less they understand 
The more th' admire his sleight of hand.'''' 

Line 25. " Simply." In a simple manner, naively. 

Line 27. " Mistrustless." Unconscious, with no suspicion. 



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Line 20. "Virgin." A very common synonym for "girl" in 
eighteenth-century poetry. 

Line 29. "Sidelong." "Middle English adverbs were formed 
ending in -1-ing, as head-1-ing, head-foremost, afterward altered to 
headlong, probably by confusion with long. So also darkling, i.e., 
in the dark ; flat-ling or flat-long, flat ; side-ling or side-long, side- 
ways." (Skeat, "Principles of English Etymology," First Series, 
p. 275.) 

Line 35. "Lawn." Chaucer uses " launde " in the sense of " a 
grassy clearing," "glade," "plain surrounded by trees." As used 
by Pope ("Here opes the fertile lawn"") and Goldsmith, the word 
is a synonym for "plain." (" Deserted Village," 1.) Compare 1. 65. 

Line 37. "The poem of 'The Deserted Village' took its origin 
from the circumstance of General Robert Napper having purchased an 
extensive tract of the country surrounding Lissoy or Auburn ; in con- 
sequence of which many families, here called cottiers, were removed 
to make rqpom for the intended improvements of what was now to 
become the wide domain of a rich man." (Dr. Strean, cited above.) 

Line 39. "One only master." See 1. 275 f. 

Line 40. "Stints thy smiling plain." "Deprives thy plain of 
the beauty and luxuriousness which once characterized it." (Hales.) 
Compare " Deserted Milage," 1. 280. 

Line 42. "Works its weedy way." Mark the alliteration, and 
compare " Deserted Village," 11. 58, 74, 93, 103-104, 119, 121, 192, 422. 

Line 44. " The hollow-sounding bittern." Prior cites Goldsmith, 
" Animated Nature," Vol. VI. : " Those who have walked in an even- 
ing by the sedgy sides of unfrequented rivers must remember a variety 
of notes from different water-fowl, — the loud scream of the wild 
goose, the croaking of the mallard, the whining of the lapwing [" De- 
serted Village," 11. 45-46], and the tremulous neighing of the jack- 
snipe ; but of all these sounds there is none so dismally hollow as the 
booming of the bittern. ... It is like an interrupted bellowing of 
a bull, but hollower and louder, and is heard at a mile's distance, as 
it issuing from some formidable being that resided at the bottom of 
the waters. I remember in the place where I was a boy with what 
terror this bird's note affected the whole village ; they considered it 
as a presage of some sad event, and generally found or made one to 
succeed it." 

Lines 47-48. Goldsmith must surely have read Ossian's descrip- 
tion of the fall of Balclutha, published in 1762: " The rank grass of 
the wall waved round its head." 



96 NOTES. 

Line 51. "Ill . . . ills." This careless repetition is condemned 
by Hales. For other cacophonies note " The Traveller," 16-21, 48-52. 

Line 52. " Decay." Decrease in numbers (?). 

Lines 53-54. "Princes and lords," etc. Mitford cites Gower'.-s 
" Confessio Amantis " : — 

" A kynge may make a lord a knave, 
And of a knave a lord also." 

Hales refers to Burns, "The Cotter\s Saturday Night," 1. 105, 
"Princes and lords are but the breath of kings," and in his "For a 1 
that and a' that," the line " A prince can make a belted knight." But 
Prior finds the equivalent of the second line in the old French poet, 
De Caux, " Un souffle peut d&ruire et (qu') un souffle a produit." 

Line 57. " England's griefs." Whether Auburn be Lissoy or no, 
Goldsmith is certainly not now thinking of Ireland. 

Lines 57-62. Bishop Hugh Latimer illustrates this happy time by 
his reminiscences of his childhood in a sermon preached about 
1550. (Craik, "English Prose," I. 227.) "My father was a yeo- 
man, and had no lands of his own, only he had a farm of three or 
four pound by year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so 
much as kept half a dozen men. He had walk for a hundred sheep ; 
and my mother milked thirty kine. . . . He kept hospitality for his 
poor neighbors and some alms he gave to the poor." The sixteenth 
century bishop, in words that are much like Goldsmith's, shows that 
this old yeomanry had decayed on account of the rise of a new class 
of landlords. "All the enhancing and rearing goeth to your private 
commodity and wealth. " 

Line 67. "Opulence." First edition, "luxury" — a significant 
reading, as Goldsmith identifies this with "trade." 

Line 74. "Manners." See " The Traveller," 127. 

Line 79. "And, many a year elapsed, returned to view." This 
visit was an imaginary one, for Goldsmith was never in Ireland after 
1752. (See note to "The Traveller," 1. 24.) But the identity of 
Auburn and Lissoy cannot be pressed at every point. (Introduction.) 

Line 80. " Where once the cottage stood." This line was followed 
in first edition by a couplet : — 

" Here as with doubtful, pensive steps I range, 
Trace every scene and wonder at the change." 

Line 83. " In all my wanderings." Compare " The Traveller," 24. 
Lines 87-88. First edition reads : — 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 97 

" My anxious day to husband near the close 
And keep life's flame from wasting by repose." 

Line 87. "To husband out." Here given its ordinary English 
meaning, to use with economy. " Husband," the noun, in the sense 
of economist, is a favorite word with Emerson. 

Line 96. "Here to return — and die at home at last." "This 
thought was continually at his heart. He writes in ' The Citizen 
of the World,' Letter CIIL, 'There is something so seducing in 
that spot in which we first had existence that nothing but it can 
please. Whatever vicissitudes we experience in life, however we toil 
or wheresoever we wander, our fatigued wishes still recur to home for 
tranquillity ; we long to die in that spot which gave us birth and in 
that pleasing expectation rind an opiate for every calamity.' " (For- 
ster, "Life," II. 202.) 

Line 99. " How happy he." First edition reads, " How blest is he." 

Line 102. Mitford cites "The Bee," "By struggling with misfor- 
tunes we are sure to receive some wounds in the conflict ; the only 
method to come off victorious is by running away." 

Line 105. " In guilty state." Not "in state of guilt," but "in 
evil pomp." 

Line 107. "His latter end." A common biblical phrase. Prov. 
xix. 20 ; Job viii. 7. 

Line 109. "Bends." First edition, " sinks." Unperceived decay." 
Dobson compares Johnson, "Vanity of Human Wishes," I. 293, 
" An age that melts in unperceived decay." 

Line 110. "Resignation." "Sir Joshua Reynolds from this pas- 
sage took the idea of his painting of 'Resignation,' of which, an 
engraving being taken, he thus inscribed it to the poet: 'This 
attempt to express a character in "The Deserted Village" is dedi- 
cated to Dr. Goldsmith by his sincere friend and admirer, Joshua 
Reynolds.' " (Prior.) 

Line 115. "Careless." Free from care. 

Line 118. "To meet their young." The verb is not the infinitive 
of purpose ("in order to meet"), but the gerund ("at meeting"). 
This form is very common in Shakespeare : "Merchant of Venice," 
I. i. 40, "Antonio is sad to think (in thinking) upon his merchan- 
dise;" Id. I. i. 126, "Make moan to be abridged" (about being 
abridged^. (Abbott, " Shakespearian Grammar," Sec. 356.) Com- 
pare Goldsmith's use of infinitive, "Deserted Village," 11. 145, 161, 
195, 293, etc. 

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98 NOTES. 

Line 121. "The watch-dog's voice.'" Compare Byron, "Don 
Juan," I. CXXIII.: — 

" 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark 
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home." 

Line 121. "Whispering wind." Epithet and noun are frequently 
associated for onomatopoetic effect. 

" Where'er you find the cooling western breeze, 
In the next line it ' whispers through the trees.' " 

(Pope, " Essay on Criticism," 351-352.) 

Line 122. "Vacant mind." Not "devoid of intelligence," but 
"free from care or serious thought." The phrase is Shakespearian ; 
all editions point to " Henry V.," IV. i. 254. Note its recurrence, 
" Deserted Village," 257. 

Line 124. "And filled each pause the nightingale had made." 
Goldsmith says in "Animated Nature," 1774, V. 329, "The night- 
ingale's pausing song would be the proper epithet for this bird's 
music." (Mitford.) Rolfe notes that the nightingale does not sing 
in Ireland. 

Line 126. "Fluctuate." In his essay on "Metaphors" (Essay 
XVI., Macmillan edition 1899, p. 331), Goldsmith says, "Armstrong 
has used the word fluctuate with admirable efficacy in his philosoph- 
ical poem, 'The Art of Preserving Health,' 'The sounding forest 
fluctuates in the storm.' The word fluctuate on this occasion not 
only exhibits an idea of struggling, but also echoes the sense," etc. 

Line 130. ' ' Plashy . " " Full of shallow, standing water " ( " Stand- 
ard"). 

Line 131. "Wretched matron." According to Dr. Strean, the 
poor widow was one Catherine Giraghty. "To this day, 1807, the 
brook and ditches near the spot where her cabin stood abound with 
cresses . . . and her children live in the neighborhood." She recalls 
tome Wordsworth's Goody Blake in the line, "To pick her wintry 
faggot from the thorn." 

Line 135. " She only left," etc. Compare Gray's "Death of Hoel," 

23-24 : — 

" And I, the meanest of them all, 

That live to weep and sing their fall." 

Line 137. " Copse." A thicket or a wood of small trees. 
Line 140. " The village preacher. " Goldsmith's brother, Henry, 
to whom he had dedicated " The Traveller," had died at Athlone in 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 99 

May, 1708, at the age of forty-five. " Shortly after he had tidings of 
his loss the character of the Village Preacher was most probably 
written. . . . From his father and brother alike (perhaps from 
Uncle Contarine, too) were drawn the exquisite features of this 
sketch ; but of the so recent grief we may find marked and unquestion- 
able trace, as well in the sublime and solemn image at the close as 
in those opening allusions to Henry's unworldly contentedness," etc. 
(Forster, "Life," II. 113.) ''Forty pounds a year" (1. 142) was 
Henry Goldsmith's income. (Dedication to "The Traveller.") 

Lines 140 f. Chaucer's " Poor Parson " (prologue to "Canterbury 
Tales," 477-528) is very like Goldsmith's " Village Preacher " : (1) He 
is poor in worldly goods, but '■-rich in holy thought and work." 
(2) He is content in his wretched and remote parish. (3) He is 
full of pity for sinful man, visiting his flock in sickness and in sorrow. 
(4) He is charitable to his parishioners, giving freely of his scanty 
substance. (5) His practice conforms to his teaching, "He taught 
Christ's lore, but first he followed it himself." The Irish trait of 
hospitality that, in the opinion of many, gives Goldsmith's preacher 
" a local habitation," is not drawn in Chaucer's sketch. 

Line 142. "Passing." Surpassingly, exceedingly, — as in Shake- 
speare's "passing strange." 

Line 145. " Unpractis'd." %irst edition, " Unskilful." 
Line 148. " More skilled." First edition, " more bent." 
Line 149. " His house was known to all the vagrant train." 
Prior cites Leland's "History of Ireland," 1773, I. 36 : "Even the 
lowest of the people claimed reception and refreshment by an almost 
perfect right, and so ineffectual is the flux of many centuries to efface 
the ancient manners of a people that at this day the wandering beg- 
gar enters the house of a farmer or gentleman with as much ease and 
freedom as an inmate." 

Line 155. "The broken soldier." Perhaps Goldsmith has in 
mind one trait of his early teacher, the veteran Paddy Byrne, — the 
original of the "Village Master" (11. 193-216), — his love of recalling 
and romancing anent deeds done in war time and in other lands. 
Line 159. "To glow." Here, "to become eagerly sympathetic." 
Line 178. "His looks," etc. Compare Dryden's version of Chau- 
cer's "Poor Parson," 11. 3, 17-18 : — 

" His eyes diffused a venerable grace." 

" With eloquence innate his tongue was armed, 
Though harsh the precept, yet the teacher charmed." 

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100 NOTES. 

Line 182. " With steady zeal." First edition, " ready zeal." 
Line 183. "Even children followed." Lovers of Whittier will 
remember his description of Samuel Sewall : — 

"The grace of Christian gentleness, 
The face that a child would climb to kiss ; 
True and tender and brave and just, 
That man might honor and woman trust." 

Line 186. "Their welfare." The "Village Preacher*' docs not 
forget his Master's words (Mark ix. 87), " Whosoever shall receive 
one of such children in my name receiveth me." 

Line 188. "But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven." 
Compare Tennyson, "Sir Galahad," "But all my heart is drawn 
above." 

Line 189. "As some tall cliff." This simile, rightly among the 
most admired in English poetry, has been traced by some- to the 
Latin, Lucan, Statius, or Claudian, by others to the French, Chape- 
lain (1595-1674) or Abbe" de Chaulieu (1639-1720). Mitford points 
to Young, " Night Thoughts." A source hunt of this sort, while 
suggestive, proves little. Goldsmith's figure may have been framed 
without any knowledge of these — his genius was surely equal to that. 

Line 196. "The village master."* Thomas (Paddy) Byrne. (See 
Life, and Note to " Deserted Village," 1. 155.) 

Line 198. "I knew him well." Goldsmith was not the good boy 
of his school. 

Line 200. " Morning face." No editor seems to have thought of 
the picture the poet surely had in mind, — the "shining morning 
face" of "the whining schoolboy" in Shakespeare's Seven Ages. 
"As You Like It," II. vii. 144. 

Lines 205-206. "Aught . . . fault," Editors have drawn from 
Walker, " Rhyming Dictionary," a similar rhyme in Pope : — 

" Before his sacred name flies every fault, 
And each exalted stanza teems with thought." 

Goldsmith rhymes "fault" with "sought" ("Edwin and Angelina," 
XXXV.) and with "caught " (" Retaliation," 73-74). Perhaps Gold- 
smith employed the suggested pronunciation — found even at this day 
in many English dialects. 

Line 209. " Terms and tides." " Terms,'* the terms of court, the 
legal year being formerly so divided ; " tides," the seasons. 

Line 210. " Gauge." To measure the capacity of barrels. 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 101 

Lines 220-237. "The ale-house has been rebuilt by the poet's 
relative, Mr. Hogan, and supplied with the sign of the ' Three Jolly 
Pigeons,' with new copies ^of the 'Twelve Golden Rules' and the 
'Royal Game of Goose,' not omitting the 'broken tea cups wisely 
kept for show.' " (Prior. " Life," 1887, Chap. XIX.) 

Line 221. " Nut-brown draughts." Compare Milton, "L' Allegro," 
100, "Then to the spicy nut-brown ale," and the famous drinking 
song in "Gammer Gurton's Needle," Act II. (1562), "Backe and 
syde, go bare" : — 

" I love no rost but a nut-brown toste." 

The " Nut-brown maid *' of the old ballad will be remembered. 

Line 226. "Parlour," a derivative of French parlor (to speak), 
' ' originally denoted the speaking-room of a monastery — that is, the 
room where conversation is allowed." (Hales.) 

Lines 227-236. Compare with this attractive picture of a tavern 
the following lines from Goldsmith, " Description of an Author's 
Bedchamber," 1760 (slightly altered from a poetical passage in a let- 
ter to his brother Henry, 1750), and mark how a few changes of 
epithet have completely transformed a dirty interior : — 

" A window patched with paper lent a ray 
That dimly showed the state in which he lay ; 
The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread, 
The humid wall with paltry pictures spread ; 
The royal game of goose was there in view, 
And the twelve rules the royal martyr drew. 
The seasons framed with listing found a place, 
And brave Prince William show'd his lamp-black face ; 
The morn was cold, — he views with keen desire 
The rusty grate, unconscious of a fire. 
With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scored, 
And five crack'd teacups dress'd the chimney board." 

Line 232. "The twelve good rules." These rules, supposedly 
framed by King Charles I., were as follows: (1) Urge no healths ; 
(2) Profane no divine ordinances ; (3) Touch no state matters : 
(4) Reveal no secrets ; (5) Pick no quarrels ; (6) Make no comparisons ; 
(7) Maintain no ill opinions ; (8) Keep no bad company ; (9) En- 
courage no vice; (10) Make no long meals; (11) Repeat no griev- 
ances; (12) Lay no wagers. It has often been pointed out that 
Crabbe introduces these " Golden Rules" into his " Parish Register. " 



102 NOTES. 

Line 232. "The royal game of goose." Strutt, "Sports and 
Pastimes, 1 ' IV. 2 (XXV.): "It is played upon a board with sixty- 
two compartments, and is called the game of goose because at every 
fourth and fifth compartment in succession a goose was depicted ; and 
if the cast thrown by the player falls upon a goose, he moves forward 
double the number of his throw." It may be added that Scott men- 
tions the game, "Waverley," Chap. III.: "The doctrines of arith- 
metic may, we are assured, be sufficiently acquired by spending a few 
hours a week at a new and complicated edition of the Royal Game of 
the Goose." 

Line 230. "Chimney." Here, of course, fireplace. 

Line 243. "The farmer's news." The farmer's necessary visits 
to the neighboring market-town would naturally make him the news- 
man. (Hales.) 

Line 243. "The barber's tale." "The barber recounted a good 
many adventures that had happened to him since the one related, but, 
in my opinion, so little worth relating that I shall pass them over in 
silence." (Le Sage, "Gil Bias," Chap. XXV.) Barbers have ever 
been famed for too-ready tongues. 

Line 244. " The woodman's ballad." The song of the huntsman. 

Line 248. "The mantling bliss." The foaming cup — an instance 
of metonymy. Compare Pope, "And the brain dances to the man- 
tling bowl," and Tennyson, "In Memoriam," CIV., "Nor bowl of 
wassail mantle warm." (Rolfe.) Note the use of the word in 1. 132. 

Line 250. "Kiss the cup." Hales compares Ben Jonson's " O, 
leave a kiss but in the cup" (Jonson's poem is from the Greek of 
Philostratus), and Dobson, Scott's " Young Lochinvar " : — 

The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up ; 
He quaffed off the wine and he threw down the cup." 

Line 258. " Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined." This recalls 
Scott's familiar "Unwept, unhonored, and unsung." ("Lay of the 
Last Minstrel," VI.) The repetition of such negative participles is 
very common in English verse. 

Line 259. "Pomp." In its original sense of "procession" or 
"pageant." Compare "Deserted Village," 317, "long-drawn pomps." 

Lines 259 f. Goldsmith's description of the evils of wealth owes 
not a little to Thomson, " Liberty," V. 155 f. : — 

"A wandering, tasteless, gaily wretched train. 

Though rich, are beggars,' and though noble, slaves. 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 103 

Lo ! damned to wealth, at what a gross expense, 
They purchase disappointment, pain and shame. 

— Compare ''Deserted Village," 261-262. 

Mark those disgraceful piles of wood and stone ; 
Those parks and gardens. 

— Compare "Deserted Village," 276-277. 

See ! the full bowl 
That steams disgust, and bowls that give no joy. 

— Compare " Deserted Village," 263-264. 

To tyrant fashion mark 
The costly worship paid. . . . 
With Midas' ears they crowd ; or to the buz 
Of masquerade unblushing. 

— Compare "Deserted Village," 259. 

The fell, deputed tyrant who devours 

The poor and weak at distance from redress. 

— Compare " Deserted Village," 275-276. 

However puffed with power and gorged with wealth 
A nation be ; let trade enormous rise, 
Let East and South their mingled treasure pour, 
Till, swell'd impetuous, the corrupting flood 
Burst o'er the city and devour the land." 

— Compare "Deserted Village," 269-275. 

Line 268. " Between a splendid and a happy land. " Prior quotes 
" The Citizen of the World," Letter XXV., "Too much commerce 
may injure a nation as well as too little ; and there is a wide difference 
between a conquering and a flourishing empire." 

Line 269. "Proud swells the tide." "The idea apparently is 
that while more money comes into the country, it is received in return 
for necessaries, some of which are needed for home use. As the 
money thus obtained goes to increase the luxury of the rich, it does 
not add to the substantial prosperity of the community as a whole. 
The actual product of the necessaries of life remain the same ; and 
the rich man uses his superabundant wealth to encroach on the lands 
that once supplied the needs of the poor." (Pancoast.) 



104 NOTES. 

Line 275. " The man of wealth and pride." "It is a melancholy 
thing to stand alone in one's country,' 1 said the Lord Leicester who 
built, Holkham, when complimented on the completion of that princely 
dwelling. "I look around — not a house is to he seen but mine. I 
am the giant of Giant-castle, and have eat up all my neighbors." 
(Forster, "Life," II. 201.) 

Line 287. "Fair female." The women in the novels of one hun- 
dred years ago — notably those of Fanny Burney and Jane Austen — 
are always spoken of as "females." Compare " Deserted Village," 
1. 326. 

Line 288. " Secure to please." Confident of pleasing. 

Line 293. " Solicitous to bless." Anxious to charm. 

Line 295. " Thus fares the land." Compare "Deserted Village," 
1. 51. 

Line 297. " Verging to decline.*' Absolute participle. 

Line 308. "The bare-worn common." Fancoast explains this by 
two interesting references: "No less than seven hundred Enclosure 
Acts were passed between 1700 and 1774. The old common fields were 
beginning to disappear and the working classes also lost their right of 
pasturing cattle on the wastes, for the wastes were enclosed." (Gib- 
ben, "Industrial History of England," 153.) "Districts once covered 
with small arable farms were turned into immense pastures, and there 
were complaints that a single man monopolized a tract which had 
formerly supported twelve or fourteen industrious families. Whole 
families which had depended on free pasture land and fuel dwindled 
and perished, and a stream of emigrants passed to America." (Lecky, 
'• History of England in the 18th Century," VI. 202.) 

Line 312. "To pamper luxury and thin mankind." Here Gold- 
smith was mistaken. Fopulation does not decrease with gains in 
wealth. 

Line 313. " These joys." First edition, " each joy." 

Line 316. "Artist." Artisan or mechanic. 

Line 318. "The black gibbet." "The gallows, under the savage 
penal laws of the last century, by which horse-stealing, forgery, shop- 
lifting, and even the cutting of a hop-bind in a plantation, were 
punishable with death, was a frequent object in the landscape." 
(Dobson.) Dr. Johnson says in his " London," 1738, 238-239 : — 

" Scarce can our fields, such crowds at Tyburn die, 
With hemp the gallows and the fleet supply." 

Line 319. " Dome." See " The Traveller," 1. 159. 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 105 

Line 322. "Torches." In these days, when there were no street 
lamps, torches were borne before foot-travellers by " link-boys.'' 

Line 32G. " The poor houseless shivering female." "A City Night 
Piece," "The Bee," Oct. 27, 1759; "The Citizen of the World," 
Letter CXVT. : "These poor shivering females have once seen hap- 
pier days and been flattered into beauty . . . Perhaps now lying 
at the doors of their betrayers (" Deserted Village," 332) they sue to 
wretches whose hearts are insensible, or debauchees who may curse 
but will not relieve them." (Mitford.) Goldsmith's sympathy with 
such sufferers was practical as well as poetic. On one occasion he left 
the whist-table to relieve an " unfortunate woman in the street, whom 
he iieard half-singing, half-sobbing." "Her voice," he said, "grated 
painfully on my ear and jarred my frame." (Irving, "Goldsmith," 
Chap. XXXV.) 

Line 330. "Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn." 
"Goldsmith wrote in a pre-Wordsworthian age, when even in the 
realm of poetry a primrose was not much more than a primrose ; but 
it is doubtful whether, either before, during, or since AVordsworth's 
time, the sentiment that the imagination can infuse into the common 
things around us ever received more happy expression than in this 
well-known line." (Black, " Life of Goldsmith," 120.) 

Lines 341 f. Thomson, " Liberty," V. 638-046. gives a very different 
picture of the Georgia of this time : — 

" Lo ! swarming southward on rejoicing sons 
Gay colonies extend ; the calm retreat 
Of undeserved distress, the better home 
Of those whom bigots chase from foreign lands, 
Xot built on rapine, servitude and woe, 
And in their turn some petty tyrant's prey ; 
But, bound by social freedom, linn they rise ; 
Such as, of late, an Oglethorpe has form'd 
And crowding round, the charm'd Savannah sees." 

Line 342. "Convex." A common classical epithet of "world" 
(" mundus"). It appears in both Cicero and Pliny. 

Line 344. " Altama." A river in Georgia — usually called the 
Altamaha — of which Goldsmith may have heard his friend, General 
Oglethorpe, speak. 

Line 352. "Death." Venom. 

Line 355. "Tigers." There were no tigers in Georgia ; perhaps, 
as Rolfe suggests, the poet has the jaguar in mind. But the whole 



106 NOTES. 

scene is far more tropical than, truthful. In " The Citizen of the 
World," Letter XVII., Goldsmith makes the "insidious tiger" a 
native of the backwoods of Canada. 

line 359. " Far different these from every former scene." Thom- 
son, too, contrasts ("Liberty," V. 32 f.) the quiet fields, downs, and 
gardens of England with lands worried by serpent, tiger, and wolf. 

Line 378. " A father's." First edition, " Her father's." 

Line 384. "In all the silent manliness of grief." Defoe has the 
same idea in his "Journal of the Plague Year," 1722, " He mourned 
heartily, as it was easy to see, but with a kind of masculine grief that 
could not give itself vent by tears." The first edition reads " decent " 
— the change has greatly strengthened the line. 

Line 380. "Things like these." The joys of home life in the village. 

Line 399. "Anchoring." Lying at anchor. 

Line 402. "Pass from the shore and darken all the strand." " He 
seems to distinguish between .shore and strand, making strand mean 
the beach, the shore in the most limited sense of the word." (Hales.) 
Drayton, too, draws such a distinction in his "Ode to the Virginian 
Voyage." 

Line 413. " Thou [Poetry] source of all my bliss and all my woe." 
Goldsmith had written to his brother Hen^, in 1759, " Poetry is a 
much easier and more agreeable species of composition than prose, 
and could a man live by it, it were no unpleasant employment to be a 
poet." Later, he said to Lord Lisburn (Forster, "Life," II. 209), 
"I cannot afford to court the draggle-tail muses, they would let me 
starve ; but by my other labours I can make shift to eat and drink 
and have good clothes." 

Line 418. "Torno." Lake Tornea in Northern Sweden, or per- 
haps a river Tornea that empties into the Gulf of Bothnia. " Pam- 
bamarca," a mountain in South America, near Quito. 

Line 428. " As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away." Mole is a 
bulwark or breakwater. The figure reversed is used to close Thom- 
son's "Liberty" (V. 715-716) : — 

" And by the proud imperious mole repelled, 
Hark ! how the baffled storm indignant roars." 

Strange to say, Dr. Johnson, who claimed this line — indeed the 
last four lines — of "The Deserted Village," declares in his "Life of 
Thomson," written many years after 1770: '• 'Liberty,' when it first 
appeared, I tried to read and soon desisted. I have never tried again, 
and therefore, will not hazard either praise or censure." 



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